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halloween poem

como nivelar cai
com os olhos meek, marrons
eu amo minha vida, mas não demasiado bem
eu penso d esplêndido justo
sol e vento e batida do mar
o mistério o mais escuro, o mais estranho
flores dos bebês
em todas as coisas não faladas de
eu resido na montanha da tabela
pouca porta foi alcançada no último
tem um espaço livre, loveliness vento-protegido
eu sobre-tinha preparado o evento
a noite era preta e drear

 



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