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f4-lo vêem sempre um jacaré
uma palavra do vôo de aqui e lá
em todas as coisas não faladas de
entre o fumo e a névoa de uma tarde de dezembro
a escuridão rouba os formulários de todas as rainhas
tem um espaço livre, loveliness vento-protegido
o movimento do seu corpo é como a música
eu faço minha saia, mas ninguém sabe
se ele
teria mesmo seu gracejo

 



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