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para eu era um conselheiro gaunt, grave
material da lua
prazeres mid e palácios embora nós podemos vaguear
as verdades terrĂ­veis estes sejam
um olhar Ă© mas um raio
meu filho está inoperante e eu sou cortina indo
aqueles olhos pretos i elogiado uma vez assim
as máscaras da noite estavam caindo rapidamente
o doce com fern e levantou-se
com vermelho do sangue dos bordos e coração da pedra

 



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