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halloween poem

sua cara é justa e lisa e fina
são você acordado?
o prado estava rastejando
a fragrância veio
havia um strangeness em seus bordos
era uma beleza nos dias
a mulher faltou-me muito, como você se chama me, chamada
em setembro
nossos momentos agradáveis voam
eu sei o que você está indo dizer
musing, entre o por do sol e a obscuridade

 



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