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o único punho clenched levantado e apronta-se
diz de épocas velhas boas
escuro-eyed
diga-me
quando eu era um menino na faculdade
arched a inundação
composto do loveliness sozinho
bonito
renove a visão do prazer
eu faço minha saia, mas ninguém sabe
de repente, fora das maneiras escuras e frondosas



 



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