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best friend poem

todos tragam os anos
quando eu era um menino na faculdade
vocę ouve a chuva?
nobility da morte outra vez
de nossos lugares escondidos
o ar está cheio do alvorecer e da mola
em e sobre
eu nunca soube que a terra teve assim muito ouro

 



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