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fall poem

ho visto che hunched e rabbrividendo sulle pietre
ero un goddess ere il marmo lo ha trovato
e come potreste sogno della riunione
siete il mio compagno
all'interno della mia mano tengo
due file dei cavoli
amo non troppo bene la mia vita, ma
la mia madre twines me rose bagnate con rugiada
in qualche luogo ho letto un racconto sconosciuto, vecchio, arrugginito
nei numeri mournful
veda che mi dň voi

 



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