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eu estou morrendo
dentro de minha măo eu prendo
trançado e tecido
como ela
amigo, cujo o sorriso veio ser
glooms dos viv-carvalhos
como selvagem, como bruxa-como estranho que a vida deve ser
a chuva sobre, e o ar brilhante

 



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