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love poem

nós não éramos muitos
você pensa, meu menino, quando eu enrolo meus braços em você
eu resido na montanha da tabela
ruídos que strive rasgar
a escuridão
uma vez este turf macio
eu faço minha saia, mas ninguém sabe
eu vi que o deus você a duvida?

 



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