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eu vim no deserto porque minha alma é athirst
melhore do que o granito
eu encho este copo
o ar está cheio do alvorecer e da mola
bucks pretos gordos em um quarto do vinho-tambor
são idos os três, aquelas irmãs raras
desde que eu senti o sentido da morte

 



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