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uma sombra cinzenta fina na borda do pensamento
para prestar atençăo o dia inteiro ŕ onda azul ondular e quebrar
era muitas e muito um ano há
como ela
dentro de minha măo eu prendo
acima de e para baixo vai
em algum lugar eu li um tale estranho, velho, oxidado
eu penso d esplęndido justo
na meia-noite
eu faço minha saia, mas ninguém sabe
há um país completamente do vinho
apenas como meus dedos nestas chaves

 



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