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grandma poem

assim perdido
em seus braços estava o prazer imóvel
sob uma árvore espalhando da castanha
acima deles todos, olhando para baixo
eu vi a primeira pera
eu ouvi-me que uma determinada princesa
velas que toppling lateralmente em umas latas do tomate
eu ganhei a raça
um poeta, fazendo exame do breio fora de sua lingĂĽeta
doce e forte
diga-me nĂŁo
calma como que segundo verĂŁo
o corpo pode confinar

 



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