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love poem

era un oysterman giovane alto
ho avuto un sogno e mi sono svegliato con esso
ha incurvato l'inondazione
noi che si sono levati in piedi
nel vostro volo
tempesta
con gli occhi meek e marroni
non posso ora dirvi
il padrone dei destini umani sono io
persino avrebbe suo scherzo
tristemente parlando

 



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