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paredes e enorme elevados
de nossos lugares escondidos
caras bonitas, tragical
a terra mantem algum ir da vibração
quem estará nomeando o vento
eu estou morrendo
a chuva sobre, e o ar brilhante
quando eu for para trás ligar à terra
estes corações foram tecidos de alegrias e de cuidados humanos
eu ouvi-os na noite
temos nós nenhum shame?

 



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