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pumpkin poem

truely
a noite era preta e drear
babylon -- onde eu vou sonhar
a escuridão rola para cima
nas manhãs nuvem-cinzentas
simplesmente falando
existir da cisne
eu estou morrendo
as verdades terríveis estes sejam
última meia-noite
como um homem despido mim vai

 



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