Gatilho

Hoje sou teletransporte

Pro que sinto

Pro passado que abriu

Cada ferida

Cada olho

Cada sorriso

O chumbo perfura

Fundo

E gasta cada vez mais

o buraco

Maior

Arreganhado

Túnel

Que cruza por dentro

De ponta a ponta

A bala

De vida

Que eu mirei

Em mim

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