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era muitas e muito um ano há
são você vivo?
glass-blower do tempo
assim perdido
filhas do tempo
de repente, fora das maneiras escuras e frondosas
os dias hypocritic
eu disse
havia um momento em anos anteriores
todos aqueles tesouros que se encontram
se o slayer vermelho pensar slays
a noite é escura, e os ventos do inverno
quem ama a chuva

 



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