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ouviu as crianças jogar no sol
embora eu sou pouco como todas as coisas pequenas
na obscuridade e na paz de minha cama final
havia um strangeness em seus bordos
nós quebramos o vidro cujo vinho sacred
escuro-eyed

 



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