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suicide poem

se eu for muito certo
porque são as coisas que não têm nenhuma morte
um céu que nunca soubesse o sol, a lua ou as estrelas
esse ano
são idos os três, aquelas irmãs raras
e enquanto nós andamos a grama foi agitada fraca
deixe-nos plantar

 



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