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baby poem

esistere dello swan
conosco che cosa state andando dire
da solo
nei numeri mournful
quando un atto fatto per la libert
come un uomo nudo io va
sonno dolce nelle vostre tombe humble
ad alcuno i dii grassi
tristemente parlando
come mi trovo coperto dentro, selezionato dentro
i giorni malinconici sono venuto
forse materia che avete morto

 



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