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grandma poem

todos aqueles tesouros que se encontram
como ele de quem espírito na chama do meio-dia
as máscaras da noite estavam caindo rapidamente
olhar além
eu não queimo nenhum incense
em todas as coisas não faladas de
o pitiful pequeno, desgastado, caras rir
tempestade
truely
como eu me encontro telhado dentro, selecionado dentro

 



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