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pumpkin poem

eu ganhei a raça
e enquanto nós andamos a grama foi agitada fraca
abaixo de minha janela em uma rua da cidade
um céu que nunca soubesse o sol, a lua ou as estrelas
ido antes de nós
melancolia, azul era
na obscuridade e na paz de minha cama final
em algum lugar eu li um tale estranho, velho, oxidado
não seja falso
antes do saint de bronze solemn
eu estou morrendo
calma como que segundo verão
quando os mar-ventos perfuraram nossos solitudes

 



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