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halloween poem

não há nenhum rebanho, porém prestado atenção e tendido
conseqüentemente eu não posso
doce e forte
tropeçando acima, caindo para baixo
diga-me mais menos ou diga-me mais
eu ganhei a raça
uma névoa estava dirigindo para baixo
encontra-se aqui uma senhora a mais bonita
quando eu for para trás ligar à terra
uma milha atrás
quando o véu dos olhos for levantado
para poder ver cada lado de cada pergunta
minha alma vai clad em coisas gorgeous

 



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