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como ela
agora que eu lhe esfriei
eu não queimo nenhum incense
eliminar, esforçando-se vainly
era o outono do ano
porque são as coisas que não têm nenhuma morte
de repente, fora das maneiras escuras e frondosas
dentro de minha mão eu prendo
a escuridão rola para cima
em setembro

 



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