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era não para esse cheiro singular
são idos os três, aquelas irmãs raras
apenas agora
dê-me
se eu souber o narrow uma prisão é amor
veja, desta moeda falsa dele
ainda treze anos
havia nunca um som ao lado da madeira mas de uma

 



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