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aflija-se não para o invisível
porque são as coisas que não têm nenhuma morte
velas que toppling lateralmente em umas latas do tomate
para eu era um conselheiro gaunt, grave
rosas e ouro
para estes braços brancos sobre minha garganta

 



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