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death poem

de nossos lugares escondidos
você pensa, meu menino, quando eu enrolo meus braços em você
calma como que segundo verão
porque
tropeçando acima, caindo para baixo
agora quando meus bordos viverem
paredes e enorme elevados
e assim vai

 



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