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eu vi com olhos abertos
é frequentemente năo assim?
receoso năo mais, eu digo
nenhuma rapina é mim de pensamentos pobres
velas que toppling lateralmente em umas latas do tomate
estrela-poeira e luz vaporosa
o ar está cheio do alvorecer e da mola

 



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