Feliz aniversário, Bartleby! Que esse novo ano pessoal seja melhor que o anterior, com muita SAÚDE, muitas realizações e muitas e muitas descobertas literárias!
Leseratte
A question in your nerves is lit
Yet you know there is no answer fit
To satisfy, insure you not to quit
To keep it in your mind and not forget
That it is not he or she or them or it
That you belong to
You lose yourself, you reappear
You suddenly find you got nothing to fear
Alone you stand with nobody near
When a trembling distant voice, unclear
Startles your sleeping ears to hear
That somebody thinks they really found you
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