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baby shower poem

ci è una città, builded da nessuna mano
perchè sono le cose che non hanno morte
addolorisi non per l'invisibile
appena come mie barrette su queste chiavi
la mia anima va placcata nelle cose gorgeous
ho fatto una pausa la stoffa per tendine aperta
per coprire il pensiero ardente
tutti dentro e tutti senza di me
e come potreste sogno della riunione

 



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