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love poem

veio fazer exame de me pela mão
irmão, eu sou fogo
e nse
na terra silenciosa
todos aqueles tesouros que se encontram
veja o tentative
traga-me a canção macia
meu filho está inoperante e eu sou cortina indo
estes sejam
alguns dos hurts que você se curou
quando as horas do dia forem numeradas

 



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