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pumpkin poem

eu estive
eu sou o vento que wavers
há uns ganhos para todas nossas perdas
o sol está acima
mas eu não posso lê-lo agora
quando os mar-ventos perfuraram nossos solitudes
um gleam do ouro no gloom e no cinza
minha alma vai clad em coisas gorgeous
veio fazer exame de me pela mão

 



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