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em seus braços estava o prazer imóvel
eu estive pelo casement aberto
paredes e enorme elevados
deve ir para trás, disse
porque
última noite a lua cheia colocou um pano do branco
era não para esse cheiro singular
agora que eu lhe esfriei
na terra silenciosa
talvez não é nenhuma matéria que você morreu
sombras voadas que varrem perto
há uma cidade, builded por nenhuma mão
eu sou o vento que wavers

 



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