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sad love poem

una foschia stava guidando gi
lungo le serie
non posso ritenere sempre il suo greatness
dicami non
la figlia, l'arte di thou viene morire
ed ancora hanno camminato sopra
bucks neri grassi in una stanza del vino-barilotto
da solo
nelle mattine nube-grige

 



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