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o cheiro do levantou-se assim falso, os espinhos assim verdadeiros
eu gosto d
pôde tê-lo sabido na mola mais adiantada
doce e forte
não há nenhum rebanho, porém prestado atenção e tendido
e nse
três anos há hoje
splendor doce
o único punho clenched levantado e apronta-se

 



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