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desde que eu senti o sentido da morte
eu não queimo nenhum incense
há uns ganhos para todas nossas perdas
eu era um goddess ere o mármore me encontrou
cara esposa
e com o pássaro humming
em seu vôo
short e doce, e nós viemos à extremidade dela
minha mãe twines me as rosas molhadas com orvalho
temos nós nenhum shame?

 



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