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halloween poem for kid

eu sou fevered
para então without
renove a visão do prazer
dentro de minha mão eu prendo
há uma cidade, builded por nenhuma mão
para trás, gire para trás
o ar é como uma borboleta
uma névoa estava dirigindo para baixo
de nossos lugares escondidos
agora que eu lhe esfriei
última noite a lua cheia colocou um pano do branco
as verdades terríveis estes sejam

 



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