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best love poem

se muoio, pensi soltanto questo me
città che non è una città
pensate, il mio ragazzo, quando metto i miei bracci intorno voi
come come le stelle è questo il bianco, facce nameless
mentre mi sono levato in piedi ascoltare, discreetly dumb
non posso ritenere sempre il suo greatness

 



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