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Por Ana Paula Perissé

 

 

Imagem: Joanna Sierko Filipowska

                                              fui tua derme
                                              enquanto houve lua

                                              molda.

                                              sou minha fuga
                                              própria
                                              porque há língua
                                              sem pele
                                              .
                                              .
                                              .
                                              agora


                                              muda.