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pumpkin poem

eu era um goddess ere o mármore me encontrou
quando uma ação for feita para a liberdade
eliminar, esforçando-se vainly
três anos há hoje
com os olhos meek, marrons
rosas e ouro
pássaros de encontro ao vento de abril
faça os meninos e as meninas vão ainda
se eu morrer, pense somente disto de mim
eu prendo seu coração
havia um momento em anos anteriores
para então without

 



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