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para vir assim logo a isto imaginou a obscuridade
sono doce em suas sepulturas humble
com seu cabelo que flaying descontroladamente
eu encho este copo
o pitiful pequeno, desgastado, caras rir
os poetas dizem
eu sou fevered
de nossos lugares escondidos

 



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