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I tend the mobile now

like an injured bird

We text, text, text

our significant words.

I re-read your first,

your second, your third,

Look for your small xx,

feeling absurd.

The codes we send

arrive with a broken chord.

I try to picture your hands,

their image is blurred.

Nothing my thumbs press

will ever be heard.

DUFFY, C. Disponível em: www.independent.co.uk. Acesso em: 27 out. 2021.


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