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Da janela do décimo sétimo andar, vemos o horizonte se transformar em aquarela.
Encontramos paz no meio ao caos da cidade.
Agradeço por estar exatamente aqui.
Me desprendo de tudo. Meu corpo busca o teu.
Descriva de medos, vulnerável, me entrega o agora.
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