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eu despise meus amigos mais do que voc
muito bem, voc liberais
filhas do tempo
evidenciado no glimmer em seus olhos
quem estar nomeando o vento
deve ir para trs, disse
sua cara justa e lisa e fina
com vermelho do sangue dos bordos e corao da pedra
entre o fumo e a nvoa de uma tarde de dezembro
quando eu era um menino na faculdade
flor branca da espuma, flor vermelha da flama
noite misteriosa


 



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