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life poem

ha detto
era non per quell'odore singolare
chi chiamerĂ  il vento
le stelle sono caduto da cielo
guardi indietro con gli occhi longing e sappia che seguirò
la mia anima va placcata nelle cose gorgeous
dal sud alla rottura del giorno
un poet, prendente il freno fuori della sua linguetta
quindi non posso
il singolo pugno serrato alzato e ready
quando, pieno di amore caldo e desideroso

 



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