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halloween poem

flores dos bebês
quando os mar-ventos perfuraram nossos solitudes
dentro de minha mão eu prendo
mas eu não posso lê-lo agora
um por um, como sae de uma árvore
ao longo dos bancos
passagem através das paredes huddled e feias
as canções velhas
eu amo as configurações melodious velhas
sob uma árvore espalhando da castanha
traga-me a canção macia

 



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