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friendship poems

eu faço minha saia, mas ninguém sabe
você pensa, meu menino, quando eu enrolo meus braços em você
o prado estava rastejando
para poder ver cada lado de cada pergunta
velas que toppling lateralmente em umas latas do tomate
macia weeping
assim perdido

 



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