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sentar-se em seu balancim que espera seu chá
musing, entre o por do sol e a obscuridade
apenas como meus dedos nestas chaves
agora quando meus bordos viverem
se o slayer vermelho pensar slays
simplicity
trançado e tecido
todo meu amor para meu doce
eu sou fevered

 



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