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que possibilidade spiteful rouba unawares
na meia-noite
teria mesmo seu gracejo
porque são as coisas que não têm nenhuma morte
se o slayer vermelho pensar slays
um com você
minha mãe twines me as rosas molhadas com orvalho
olhar além
minha alma vai clad em coisas gorgeous
eu gosto d

 



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