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agora quando meus bordos viverem
teria mesmo seu gracejo
para vestir o pensamento impetuoso
o único punho clenched levantado e apronta-se
as máscaras da noite estavam caindo rapidamente
ruídos que strive rasgar
uma vida na onda do oceano
pouco parque que eu passo completamente
ainda treze anos

 



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