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suicide poem

quando os mar-ventos perfuraram nossos solitudes
splendor doce
dentro de minha mão eu prendo
tiveram e i mas encontrado com
talvez não é nenhuma matéria que você morreu
para poder ver cada lado de cada pergunta
para estes braços brancos sobre minha garganta
com o por do sol
deus
fora do profundo e da obscuridade

 



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