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sex poem

quegli occhi neri i una volta così elogiato
pensate, il mio ragazzo, quando metto i miei bracci intorno voi
l'odore del è aumentato così falso, le spine così allineare
perchè allora, il mosto noi vede?
sceso all'alba dalle colline windless
sono vecchio e cieco
una vita sull'onda dell'oceano
ci sono guadagni per tutte le nostre perdite
se fossi molto sicuro
facce belle e tragical

 



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