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teenage love poem

minha mãe twines me as rosas molhadas com orvalho
o ar está cheio do alvorecer e da mola
o que era ele os motores ditos
nós colocamos
uplifting, como o vento fundiu
as máscaras da noite estavam caindo rapidamente
escute

 



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