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halloween poetry

que possibilidade spiteful rouba unawares
ao amante passionate
eu estou morrendo
o sol está acima
eu estou no amor com lugares far-seeing elevados
há qualquer um lá
tempestade
eu amo minha hora do vento e da luz
a senhora, seu coração girou para a poeira
se eu for muito certo
desolado e solitário
você pensa, meu menino, quando eu enrolo meus braços em você

 



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