Porto dos Livros

mariogarciajr
Aug 28, 2017 · 1 min read

Parto pra vida

Plantando instintos

Disperso, me entrego

Disparo o que sinto

Peço o que não espero

Por pouco estou vivo

De perto, sou verso

No porto, viro livro.

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Entre gritos e gemidos, salvam-se tolos.

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