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September 21, 2018 § Leave a comment

afinal era amor, vinha atrasado
nas asas fragmentadas do panapaná

agora já está deitado, calado e triste
acordá-lo é talvez rasgar a floresta
tão somente para o deixar fugir
não mais voltar

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