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love friendship poem

perchč sono le cose che non hanno morte
la mia anima č un campo arato scuro
volontŕ glimmer sul mare?
questa ciotola d'argento antica di mine
siete il mio compagno
il fratello, sono fuoco
il mio amore allineare dal suo cuscino č aumentato
al lato di un campo raso
movimento del vostro corpo č come musica
la luna aumentante ha nascosto le stelle
quel compagno sconosciuto č venuto sul mescolareare i piedi

 



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