a parte do peito da mae ainda quentinho me derreteu
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“I laid my head on the place between my mother’s still-warm / arm and chest, closed my eyes, and cried.” https://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2026/06/01/what-i-saw-matthew-dickman-poem?utm_campaign=dhvoante&utm_content=%3Cmedia_url%3E&utm_medium=social&utm_source=voante