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pumpkin poem

alguns dos hurts que vocĂŞ se curou
e nse
este Ă© o arsenal
paredes e enorme elevados
eu v todas as sagacidades humanas
eu sei o que você está indo dizer
a mulher faltou-me muito, como vocĂŞ se chama me, chamada
quem ama a chuva
cidade que nĂŁo Ă© uma cidade
quando eu estive escutar, discreetly dumb
esse companheiro estranho veio em baralhar os pés
se eu souber o narrow uma prisĂŁo Ă© amor
os drowses pálidos do dia no ocidental embebem

 



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