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sono doce em suas sepulturas humble
agite
qual se mantem
desde que eu senti o sentido da morte
eu vi que você hunched e tiritando nas pedras
era uma beleza nos dias
em seus braços estava o prazer imóvel
veja que eu me dou a você
rode-me para baixo pelo prado
a terra mantem algum ir da vibração
a algum os deuses gordos
eu detestei-o

 



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