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dark poetry

um pêssego pequeno no pomar cresceu
frequentemente eu penso da cidade bonita
eu sei não onde
quando eu estive escutar, discreetly dumb
estrela-poeira e luz vaporosa
jogaram uma pedra, você jogaram uma pedra
são idos os três, aquelas irmãs raras
sob a lua da colheita

 



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