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entre o fumo e a névoa de uma tarde de dezembro
no alvorecer, disse
eu vi que você hunched e tiritando nas pedras
perguntam-me onde eu estive
paredes e enorme elevados
cidade que não é uma cidade
têm você ouvido
eu disse
os dias hypocritic
eu fui acima e trago as ruas
envolva a terra no tempo cloudy
eu encho este copo
com o por do sol
para então without

 



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