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vinho velho a beber
se o slayer vermelho pensar slays
eu gosto d
eu v todas as sagacidades humanas
burly, humble-abelha aplanar
eu tive um sonho e eu acordei com ele
eu amo minha vida, mas não demasiado bem
minha mãe twines me as rosas molhadas com orvalho
se ele
eu ando abaixo os trajetos do jardim
os dias melancólicos vieram
uma pena do aço
f4-lo vêem sempre um jacaré

 



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