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halloween poem

eu amo minha vida, mas não demasiado bem
eu quero saber às vezes se for realmente verdadeiro
ouviu as crianças jogar no sol
os céus que eram ashen e sober
estes corações foram tecidos de alegrias e de cuidados humanos
eu ando abaixo os trajetos do jardim
no recolhimento da escuridão e pedem
estourou o vinho feroz

 



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