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eu vim no deserto porque minha alma é athirst
o dia é feito
homem frio stern
diga-me
ido antes de nós
havia nunca um som ao lado da madeira mas de uma
uma palavra do vôo de aqui e lá
uma milha atrás
mundo que muda sob minha mão
o único punho clenched levantado e apronta-se
talvez
glooms dos viv-carvalhos

 



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