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pumpkin poem

é frequentemente não assim?
a mulher faltou-me muito, como você se chama me, chamada
eu amo minha vida, mas não demasiado bem
short e doce, e nós viemos à extremidade dela
o rolo sad do cilindro muffled tem a batida
olhe para fora em cima das estrelas, meu amor
tropeçando acima, caindo para baixo

 



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