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meu filho está inoperante e eu sou cortina indo
o corpo pode confinar
desde que eu senti o sentido da morte
evidenciado no glimmer em seus olhos
sombras voadas que varrem perto
eu sou fevered
dentro de minha mão eu prendo

 



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