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best friend poem

não há nenhum rebanho, porém prestado atenção e tendido
a algum os deuses gordos
nós não éramos muitos
a senhora, seu coração girou para a poeira
conseqüentemente eu não posso
são você vivo?
como águias na elevação ascendente
veja que eu me dou a você
o prado estava rastejando
eu tenho que dizer good-night

 



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