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Oct 2013
I'll wait some more
But sometimes I think to myself
What for?

I'll ask why
And then explain the reasons
For these stains,
These chains.

Sometimes it hurts
I don't recall
Some other times it rips
I don't feel anymore

I'll ask why
And then forget the reasons
For these chains,
These stains.
Guilherme Coutinho
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Guilherme Coutinho  Brazil
(Brazil)   
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