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cowboy poetry

de nossos lugares escondidos
era não para esse cheiro singular
eu amo minha vida, mas não demasiado bem
agora que eu lhe esfriei
têm você não ouvido
eu espero-o
temos nós nenhum shame?
mundo que muda sob minha mão
eu vi que o deus você a duvida?
disse
o ar está cheio do alvorecer e da mola

 



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