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suicide poetry

porque são as coisas que não têm nenhuma morte
short e doce, e nós viemos à extremidade dela
balançado no berço do profundo
para prestar atenção o dia inteiro à onda azul ondular e quebrar
melancolia, azul era
era não para esse cheiro singular
uplifting, como o vento fundiu
tempestade
flores dos bebês

 



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