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suicide poem

quando os mar-ventos perfuraram nossos solitudes
em sua barraca guardada
as verdades terríveis estes sejam
a noite era preta e drear
noite misteriosa
era não para esse cheiro singular
ao longo dos bancos
todos tragam os anos
tropeçando acima, caindo para baixo
uma vez este turf macio

 



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