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havia um strangeness em seus bordos
nas manhăs nuvem-cinzentas
e assim vai
escute o mar soando
há uma cidade, builded por nenhuma măo
felicidade
o movimento do seu corpo é como a música
alguns dos hurts que vocę se curou
ao longo de um river-side
sob a folha dusky do laurel
sombras voadas que varrem perto
um pęssego pequeno no pomar cresceu
eu vi que vocę hunched e tiritando nas pedras

 



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