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cidade que não é uma cidade
ido antes de nós
eu fui acima e trago as ruas
meu filho está inoperante e eu sou cortina indo
no alvorecer, disse
não seja falso
os prayers brancos pequenos
uma sombra cinzenta fina na borda do pensamento
se ele
rosas e ouro
diga-me
quando eu olhei em seus olhos

 



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