Uma flor para você
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Last published Thu, Jan 18, 2018
Eu te dou uma flor, como quem não quer nada, a coloco nos seus cabelos de cor amendoada.
Você me diz que vai ficar tudo bem.
Você me acalma com seu olhar, e uma tentativa de sorriso forçado.
Não derrama uma lágrima. Uma lágrima sequer.
Parece que tem certeza, absoluta, que tudo vai dar certo no final.
Será?
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-Plágio é crime. Não custa lembrar. Não copie nem história nem capa!
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