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e nse
ao lado de um campo stricken
os poetas dizem
uma palavra do vôo de aqui e lá
como eu me encontro telhado dentro, selecionado dentro
para vir assim logo a isto imaginou a obscuridade
o mistério o mais escuro, o mais estranho
para estes braços brancos sobre minha garganta
irmăo, eu sou fogo
balançado no berço do profundo
era o outono do ano
eu gosto d
bucks pretos gordos em um quarto do vinho-tambor

 



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