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Feb 23, 2017 · 1 min read
Quiçá, tivesse eu
Quebrado de repente!
Esse estilhaço
Pedaço por pedaço,
Foi meu sempre.
Acuso-te em silêncio
Dessa confusão
Desse fuzuê!
Tu tens a gana
De dizer que me ama —
Ama-me por quê?
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