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velas que toppling lateralmente em umas latas do tomate
no pendure nenhuma grinalda
assim perdido
e nse
sombras voadas que varrem perto
o cheiro do levantou-se assim falso, os espinhos assim verdadeiros
eu sou cansado de ser amargo e cansado de ser sbio
em nmeros mournful
todos aqueles tesouros que se encontram
esta a cano da juventude

 



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