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eu vi que o deus você a duvida?
velas que toppling lateralmente em umas latas do tomate
eighty anos passaram, e mais
a filha, arte do thou vem morrer
embora eu sou pouco como todas as coisas pequenas
um poeta, fazendo exame do breio fora de sua lingüeta
eu amo roubar por algum tempo afastado
esse companheiro estranho veio em baralhar os pés
quietamente, com reverance, no awe

 



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