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sex poem

conosco che cosa state andando dire
burly, humble-ape fare un pisolino
appena come mie barrette su queste chiavi
buona donna
oscillato nella culla del profondo
li ha fatti mai sentono parlare
ancora il suo gray oscilla la torretta sopra il mare
forse è materia che avete morto
fiore bianco della gomma piuma, fiore rosso della fiamma
passato inesorabile di thou
per questi bracci bianchi circa il mio collo

 



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