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minha măe ensinou-me que cada noite
veja, desta moeda falsa dele
a escuridăo
como ela
quem é o corredor nos céus
o que era ele os motores ditos
a agonia de ter demasiado poder
eu tive um medo em minha vida
quietamente, com reverance, no awe
duas fileiras dos repolhos
o relâmpago piscou, e levantou

 



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