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halloween poetry

ouviu as crianças jogar no sol
eu quero saber às vezes se for realmente verdadeiro
duas fileiras dos repolhos
antes do saint de bronze solemn
os céus que eram ashen e sober
não há nenhum escape pelo rio
envolva a terra no tempo cloudy
como selvagem, como bruxa-como estranho que a vida deve ser
algum queixou-se ao mestre
você pensa, meu menino, quando eu enrolo meus braços em você
qual eu desejo observar

 



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