Sob o Relento
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Last published Wed, Oct 5, 2016
Poesias criadas a partir de mãos comuns, baseadas em ideias simples e escritas por um alguém qualquer. Nem todos os sonhos são eternos e nem todos os pesadelos acabam quando acordamos. Se ninguém estivesse te olhando, quem você seria?
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