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suicide poem

mil anos silenciosos h
eu estive pelo casement aberto
eu vi a primeira pera
apenas como meus dedos nestas chaves
desde que, se voc estiver por meu lado hoje
quando as horas do dia forem numeradas
temos ns nenhum shame?
como uma vela branca
veja que eu me dou a voc
todo meu amor para meu doce

 



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