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Saturday, November 27, 2021

Escorre delicada a seda sob a tua perna
delgada,
cabelo fantasma,
estrela em quarentena
e em risco de supernova.

Pungente aroma a ópera,
cantata,
ampulheta a carvão,
ampulheta a nuvem,
aroma a senão.

Uma voz que grita
ri,
uma burla de fingir,
cor de zorro
a fugir.
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