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pumpkin poem

escuro-eyed
eu faço minha saia, mas ninguém sabe
um gleam do ouro no gloom e no cinza
nós colocamos
deixe-nos piedade aqueles de que seja melhor fora do que nós são
para então without
minha alma vai clad em coisas gorgeous
e como poderia você sonho da reunião

 



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