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halloween poem

até sua janela da câmara
abaixo do helm do guerreiro
uma palavra do vôo de aqui e lá
meu amor verdadeiro de seu descanso levantou-se
o único punho clenched levantado e apronta-se
algum queixou-se ao mestre
velas que toppling lateralmente em umas latas do tomate
se o slayer vermelho pensar slays
meu filho está inoperante e eu sou cortina indo
nossos momentos agradáveis voam
com alegria e maravilha

 



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