A morte certa
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Last published Sat, Jun 11, 2022
fiz esse poema para um trabalho da escola, não fui muito recompensada por ele e eu o fiz com muito esforço então eu vindivulgar o meu trabalho aqui.
o poema em se fala sobre o uso das drogas e como eu a vejo, espero que gostem.
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