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best friend poem

alguns dias mais ventosos
escute o mar soando
com seu cabelo que flaying descontroladamente
todos aqueles tesouros que se encontram
simplicity
para trás, gire para trás
pôde tê-lo sabido na mola mais adiantada
em algum lugar eu li um tale estranho, velho, oxidado
entre o fumo e a névoa de uma tarde de dezembro

 



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