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eu quero saber às vezes se for realmente verdadeiro
eu estou morrendo
todos aqueles tesouros que se encontram
a escuridão
talvez
em todas as coisas não faladas de
eu não queimo nenhum incense
na meia-noite
a escuridão rouba os formulários de todas as rainhas
diga-me mais menos ou diga-me mais
arched a inundação
nos salões do sono você vagueou perto

 



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