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macio como a cama na terra
trançado e tecido
velas que toppling lateralmente em umas latas do tomate
a neve sussurra sobre mim
abaixo do helm do guerreiro
nas manhãs nuvem-cinzentas
e pão do breaketh mais
disse
acima deles todos, olhando para baixo
deixe-me ser sad

 



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