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o alvorecer era verde maçă
há uma cidade, builded por nenhuma măo
fora do profundo e da obscuridade
eu gosto d
a escuridăo
os poetas dizem
com o por do sol
agora que eu lhe esfriei
um poeta, fazendo exame do breio fora de sua lingüeta

 



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