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Sunday, November 02, 2008

estômago

vinte vezes se virou pra trás

pensando que seria a última.

te recolheu do chão,

te levou pra casa
te deu café e água

pensando que seria a última.



fim do mundo,
não fosse teu choro de cão
pedindo meu carinho ready-made.
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