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love poem

sono il vento che esita
oscillato nella culla del profondo
amo rubare per un po'via
sotto la mia finestra in una via della città
vecchio vino da bere
prenda i miei bracelets
le verità terribili questi sono
sole e vento e battimento del mare
non prego per pace
le vecchie canzoni
in tutte le cose non parlate di
perchè facciali sempre basamento là che rabbrividisce

 



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