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uplifting, como o vento fundiu
a luz retirada
ouviu as crianças jogar no sol
e nse
os dias hypocritic
o alvorecer era verde maçã
aqueles olhos pretos i elogiado uma vez assim
veja que eu me dou a você
ainda treze anos
minha mãe twines me as rosas molhadas com orvalho
eighty anos passaram, e mais

 



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