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velas que toppling lateralmente em umas latas do tomate
eu amo minha vida, mas năo demasiado bem
eu vi a primeira pera
prazeres mid e palácios embora nós podemos vaguear
havia um strangeness em seus bordos
a escuridăo
eu tive um medo em minha vida
um pęssego pequeno no pomar cresceu
eu penso d esplęndido justo

 



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