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O livro das semelhanças, by Ana Martins Marques (2015)

juliana brina 10 de July de 2018 0 Comments

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O livro das semelhanças, by Ana Martins Marques (2015)
- The Earring (poem, translated by Alison Entrekin)

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Companhia das Letras, 2015, 112 p. Goodreads
My rating: 5 stars

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