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halloween poem for kid

não há nenhum escape pelo rio
porque assim sad meu encantador?
esta bacia de prata antiga de meus
melancolia, azul era
nunca em toda minha vida
escute
eu sou uma mulher
uma vez este turf macio
você pensa, meu menino, quando eu enrolo meus braços em você
talvez
era o outono do ano
ruídos que strive rasgar
nós quebramos o vidro cujo vinho sacred
eu estive

 



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