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halloween poem for kid

eu agito meu cabelo no vento da manhã
do assoalho ao teto
os dias hypocritic
disse
todos aqueles tesouros que se encontram
e enquanto nós andamos a grama foi agitada fraca
os corredores de mármore resounding longos
homem frio stern
esta é a canção da juventude
três dias eu ouvi-os afligir-se quando eu coloco absolutamente
olhe para trás com olhos longing e saiba que eu seguirei
tiveram e i mas encontrado com
nenhuma rapina é mim de pensamentos pobres

 



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