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e cosě va
tre giorni li ho sentiti addolorarsi quando mi situo completamente
ci situiamo
parla non bene
ma alas, sogni giusti
il prato stava strisciando
mi sono levato in piedi
la mia madre lo ha insegnato che ogni notte
sono fevered
provato nel glimmer nei vostri occhi
cosě perso
mentre mi sono levato in piedi ascoltare, discreetly dumb
i cieli che erano ashen e sobrio

 



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