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pumpkin poem

um pensamento doce solemn
eu faço minha saia, mas ninguém sabe
prazeres mid e palácios embora nós podemos vaguear
em algum lugar eu li um tale estranho, velho, oxidado
o sol está acima
a noite era preta e drear
eu ando abaixo os trajetos do jardim

 



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