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quietamente, com reverance, no awe
eu vi que você hunched e tiritando nas pedras
o único punho clenched levantado e apronta-se
porque
o mais saddest do ano
minha mãe twines me as rosas molhadas com orvalho
mas eu não posso lê-lo agora
se o slayer vermelho pensar slays

 



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