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graduation poem

questi sono
non giri la vostra testa
ho entrato nel deserto perché la mia anima è athirst
quel compagno sconosciuto è venuto sul mescolareare i piedi
quando un atto è fatto per la libertà
pensate, il mio ragazzo, quando metto i miei bracci intorno voi
conosce un rilascio poco costoso
un miglio dietro
quando la notte va alla deriva lungo le vie della città
felicità
non ho saputo mai che la terra ha avuta così tanto oro

 



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