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death poetry

eu disse
alguns dias mais ventosos
abaixo de minha janela em uma rua da cidade
era o outono do ano
velas que toppling lateralmente em umas latas do tomate
o que nós fará agora
dĂŞ-me a fome
veja que eu me dou a vocĂŞ
cidade que nĂŁo Ă© uma cidade
sabe uma liberação barata

 



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