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eu não queimo nenhum incense
este é o arsenal
por muito tempo há, no moonlight novo
sono doce em suas sepulturas humble
o mais saddest do ano
ruídos que strive rasgar
behold mim, em meus chiffon, gauze e ouropel
eu tive um sonho e eu acordei com ele

 



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