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são idos os três, aquelas irmãs raras
eu vi as nuvens entre os montes
para então without
com os olhos meek, marrons
não gire sua cabeça
última noite a lua cheia colocou um pano do branco
evidenciado no glimmer em seus olhos
truely
travails da terra

 



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