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halloween poetry

ouviu as crianças jogar no sol
eu ganhei a raça
o doce com fern e levantou-se
eu sobre-tinha preparado o evento
sob a folha dusky do laurel
eu não posso sempre sentir seu greatness
eu sou o vento que wavers
quando eu for para trás ligar à terra
eu verei uma estrela hoje à noite
em seu vôo
eu estou morrendo
porque são as coisas que não têm nenhuma morte

 



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