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pela ponte rude
com vermelho do sangue dos bordos e coração da pedra
sol e vento e batida do mar
o merriment infinito, foolish das estrelas
para poder ver cada lado de cada pergunta
eu sou fevered
paredes e enorme elevados
você pensa, meu menino, quando eu enrolo meus braços em você
o pitiful pequeno, desgastado, caras rir
a escuridão rouba os formulários de todas as rainhas

 



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