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nós quebramos o vidro cujo vinho sacred
a mulher faltou-me muito, como você se chama me, chamada
o ar é como uma borboleta
e como poderia você sonho da reunião
porque são as coisas que não têm nenhuma morte
pouco parque que eu passo completamente
o corpo pode confinar
agora quando meus bordos viverem
homem frio stern
com os olhos meek, marrons

 



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