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sad love poem

questi sono
perchč sono le cose che non hanno morte
gli archi del ponticello rosso
riempio questa tazza
mondo che cambia sotto la mia mano
perchč cosě triste mio bello?
short e dolce ed abbiamo arrivato alla fine di esso
dicami piů di meno o dicami di piů
deve andare indietro, ha detto
tre giorni li ho sentiti addolorarsi quando mi situo completamente
in qualche luogo ho letto un racconto sconosciuto, vecchio, arrugginito
senza sosta
ho avuto un timore nella mia vita

 



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