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abaixo de minha janela em uma rua da cidade
material da lua
sono doce em suas sepulturas humble
ruídos que strive rasgar
qual eu desejo observar
o prado estava rastejando
bucks pretos gordos em um quarto do vinho-tambor
esse ano
burly, humble-abelha aplanar
macio como a cama na terra
encontra-se aqui uma senhora a mais bonita
todos tragam os anos

 



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