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a criança que jogou afastado a folha após a folha
fala não bem
o cheiro do levantou-se assim falso, os espinhos assim verdadeiros
quando você vier hoje à noite
limps com parar o ritmo doloroso
amigo, cujo o sorriso veio ser
um history muito notável isto é
porque são as coisas que não têm nenhuma morte
de repente, fora das maneiras escuras e frondosas
seu cabelo bonito
na meia-noite

 



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