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minha mãe twines me as rosas molhadas com orvalho
este é o arsenal
eu amo minha vida, mas não demasiado bem
desde que eu senti o sentido da morte
em sua barraca guardada
se eu for muito certo
quando eu estive escutar, discreetly dumb
para então without
como um homem despido mim vai

 



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