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os corredores de mármore resounding longos
tempestade
eu vi a primeira pera
quando eu for para trás ligar à terra
a mulher faltou-me muito, como você se chama me, chamada
veja, desta moeda falsa dele
havia nunca um som ao lado da madeira mas de uma
abaixo de minha janela em uma rua da cidade
como nivelar cai
como ela
o mais saddest do ano

 



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