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não há nenhum rebanho, porém prestado atenção e tendido
como uma vela branca
eu vi-o uma vez antes
eu prendo seu coração
musing, entre o por do sol e a obscuridade
a escuridão
o movimento do seu corpo é como a música
do assoalho ao teto
eu amo roubar por algum tempo afastado
splendor doce

 



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