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pumpkin poem

melancolia, azul era
eu nunca soube que a terra teve assim muito ouro
eu ouvi-os na noite
ouviu as crianças jogar no sol
quando liberdade de sua altura da montanha
burly, humble-abelha aplanar
musing, entre o por do sol e a obscuridade
fora de mim unworthy e desconhecido
tropeçando acima, caindo para baixo
eu fiz um voto uma vez, um somente

 



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