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grandma poem

se o slayer vermelho pensar slays
evidenciado no glimmer em seus olhos
eu ouvi o vento o dia inteiro
dentro de minha mão eu prendo
veio fazer exame de me pela mão
sob uma árvore espalhando da castanha
quando a noite drifts ao longo das ruas da cidade

 



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