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christmas poem

era muitas e muito um ano há
eu sobre-tinha preparado o evento
como ela
eu sou fevered
do assoalho ao teto
de nossos lugares escondidos
disse
eu não queimo nenhum incense
não há nenhum rebanho, porém prestado atenção e tendido
talvez
temos nós nenhum shame?

 



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