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pumpkin poem

mas eu não posso lê-lo agora
o ar é como uma borboleta
quando os mar-ventos perfuraram nossos solitudes
velas que toppling lateralmente em umas latas do tomate
se eu for muito certo
alguns dos hurts que você se curou
sadly falando
doce e forte
como eu me encontro telhado dentro, selecionado dentro
um por um, como sae de uma árvore
todos quiet ao longo do potomac

 



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