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halloween poem

eu estive
eu sou uma mulher
a filha, arte do thou vem morrer
onde deva mim encontre-o
eu não pray para a paz
você pensa, meu menino, quando eu enrolo meus braços em você
nas manhãs nuvem-cinzentas
você é bonito e desvanecido
é frequentemente não assim?
quando eu for para trás ligar à terra

 



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