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halloween poem

são idos os três, aquelas irmãs raras
a o que uma mulher a comparará beloved
pouca porta foi alcançada no último
não há nenhum rebanho, porém prestado atenção e tendido
como selvagem, como bruxa-como estranho que a vida deve ser
ainda treze anos
eu fiz um voto uma vez, um somente
eu estou morrendo

 



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