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halloween poetry

a noite é escura, e os ventos do inverno
não gire sua cabeça
deus
não pendure nenhuma grinalda
para a verdade, para o amor
há uma cidade, builded por nenhuma mão
como um homem despido mim vai
se eu for muito certo
assim perdido
cidade que não é uma cidade

 



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