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pouca porta foi alcançada no último
velas que toppling lateralmente em umas latas do tomate
ouviu as crianças jogar no sol
nós colocamos
eu sou o vento que wavers
conseqüentemente eu não posso
dê-me a fome
eu disse
eu nunca soube que a terra teve assim muito ouro
eu arremessei minha alma ao ar como um vôo do falcão
da canção e do sonho para ido sempre
estourou o vinho feroz
disse

 



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