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a mulher faltou-me muito, como você se chama me, chamada
poderíamos nós mas para saber
como selvagem, como bruxa-como estranho que a vida deve ser
tudo dentro e tudo sem mim
estes sejam
há qualquer um lá
macio como a cama na terra
eu ouvi-os na noite
calma como que segundo verão
se o slayer vermelho pensar slays

 



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