que há tempos faleci. mas não flores mortas, traga-me copos de leite. traga. não só as pétalas, mas meu cigarro. não chores, meu bem, sorria. a morte é apenas mais uma fase da vida. flores, floresça, floreie. espalhe. traga, sinta, beba, goze. sinta, sino, sina. destino.
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