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love poetry

o relâmpago piscou, e levantou
e nse
o mestre de destinies humanos é mim
esse companheiro estranho veio em baralhar os pés
bucks pretos gordos em um quarto do vinho-tambor
conseqüentemente eu não posso
porque são as coisas que não têm nenhuma morte
tiveram e i mas encontrado com
fora do mar sparkling

 



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