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suicide poetry

o alvorecer era verde ma
o ar como uma borboleta
este o arsenal
disse
estourou o vinho feroz
era muitas e muito um ano h
como selvagem, como bruxa-como estranho que a vida deve ser
a luz retirada
esta bacia de prata antiga de meus
a noite era preta e drear

 



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