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halloween poem for kid

j'ai dit
aucune proie ne suis moi des pensées faibles
et pain de breaketh pas plus
vous avez marche vue par le village
démontré dans la lueur vacillante dans vos yeux
trois jours je les ai entendus s'affliger quand je m'étends complčtement
mais je ne puis pas vous lire maintenant
juste en tant que mes doigts sur ces clefs

 



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