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autumn poem

eu faço minha saia, mas ninguém sabe
e com o pássaro humming
há três maneiras em que os homens fazem exame
não há nenhum escape pelo rio
as máscaras da noite estavam caindo rapidamente
os dias hypocritic
deixe-nos piedade aqueles de que seja melhor fora do que nós são
eu vi os archangels em minha maçã-árvore última noite
havia um strangeness em seus bordos

 



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