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halloween poem

minha măe ensinou-me que cada noite
eu ando abaixo os trajetos do jardim
em uma câmara velha iluminou-se macia
em todas as coisas năo faladas de
os céus que eram ashen e sober
uplifting, como o vento fundiu
os dias endeared a cada MUSE
eu v todas as sagacidades humanas
levantou-se e o âmbar era o por do sol no rio
eu agito meu cabelo no vento da manhă
vocę é bonito e desvanecido
acima de e para baixo vai

 



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