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halloween poem

eu agito meu cabelo no vento da manhã
eu sou o vento que wavers
há três maneiras em que os homens fazem exame
evidenciado no glimmer em seus olhos
na meia-noite
flores dos bebês
olhe para trás com olhos longing e saiba que eu seguirei
vinho velho a beber
simplesmente falando
não do mundo largo do todo
eu encho este copo
a terra mantem algum ir da vibração

 



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