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african american poetry

pensate, il mio ragazzo, quando metto i miei bracci intorno voi
mi levo in piedi nel tempo grigio freddo
quando ho rinviato al tramonto
mi chiedono dove sono stato
alti pareti ed enorme
cara moglie
l'odore del è aumentato così falso, le spine così allineare
tengo il vostro cuore
poco cancello è stato raggiunto in fine
in tutte le cose non parlate di
moonlight profondo e tenero
era l'autunno dell'anno

 



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