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escute o mar soando
cidade que não é uma cidade
eu estive pelo casement aberto
era o outono do ano
quando eu olhei em seus olhos
havia nunca um som ao lado da madeira mas de uma
pouco parque que eu passo completamente
os dias melancólicos vieram
são idos os três, aquelas irmãs raras
eu agito meu cabelo no vento da manhã

 



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