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estes sejam
pouco parque que eu passo completamente
o único punho clenched levantado e apronta-se
a agonia de ter demasiado poder
havia nunca um som ao lado da madeira mas de uma
acima de e para baixo vai
um por um, como sae de uma árvore
estes corações foram tecidos de alegrias e de cuidados humanos
eu estou morrendo
fala não bem
seu cabelo bonito
eu fiz um voto uma vez, um somente

 



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