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eu amei uma mulher
havia três no prado pelo ribeiro
escute
para trás, gire para trás
e pão do breaketh mais
estes sejam
não se aflija que sobre
velas que toppling lateralmente em umas latas do tomate
eu disse
com o por do sol
o mais saddest do ano
musing, entre o por do sol e a obscuridade

 



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