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Meira Love
Falou. (He spoke.)
I glide under city and Gods.
I meet you between a season.
Impossible.
In black, slow motion.
Naked in black and white.
Noise.
Pumpkin.
Rain.
Tangerine.
Walk with me, ma.
Your smile in the summer.
Sea between blues.
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