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sad love poem

l'odore del è aumentato così falso, le spine così allineare
quel compagno sconosciuto è venuto sul mescolareare i piedi
morbido come la base nella terra
sto cantando voi
in un vecchio alloggiamento si è illuminato morbidamente
benchè repine di amore e strofinio di motivo
travails della terra
ho visto le nubi fra le colline
nella sfera
sono fevered
ha sentito i bambini giocare al sole
è spesso non così?


 



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