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zeroglotte

I lost my mother-tongue. Drawing has other words. Et de plus la pagaille console.

Dec 14, 2011

só

só me apetece refilar
até o cheiro dos narcisos cola gosma adocicado, mancha de marrom o ar da tarde.
é natal

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