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graduation poem

eu encho este copo
em todas as coisas năo faladas de
se o slayer vermelho pensar slays
poderíamos nós mas para saber
vocę é bonito e desvanecido
desde que, se vocę estiver por meu lado hoje
um poeta, fazendo exame do breio fora de sua lingüeta

 



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