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pumpkin poem

eu não queimo nenhum incense
aqueles olhos pretos i elogiado uma vez assim
o movimento do seu corpo é como a música
poderíamos nós mas para saber
a festa real foi feita
como ele de quem espírito na chama do meio-dia
flores dos bebês
passado unrelenting do thou
os navios estão encontrando-se na baía
a noite era preta e drear
os prayers brancos pequenos

 



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