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fall poem

o prado estava rastejando
eu ando abaixo os trajetos do jardim
eu nunca soube que a terra teve assim muito ouro
se ele
rosas e ouro
homem frio stern
se o slayer vermelho pensar slays
uma sombra cinzenta fina na borda do pensamento

 



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