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nós colocamos
glooms dos viv-carvalhos
um pęssego pequeno no pomar cresceu
eu amo roubar por algum tempo afastado
travails da terra
felicidade
uma sombra cinzenta fina na borda do pensamento
carrinho aqui por meu lado
eu vim no deserto porque minha alma é athirst
as verdades terríveis estes sejam
eu amo minha hora do vento e da luz
sua cara é justa e lisa e fina

 



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