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teen love poem

chi ama la pioggia
la donna molto ha mancato, come denominate a me, chiamata a me
il corpo può limitare
in vostri bracci era il piacere tranquillo
amico, di cui il sorriso è venuto essere
il dolce con il fern ed è aumentato
glass-blower di tempo
dal sud alla rottura del giorno
cammino giù i percorsi del giardino
molto bene, voi liberali
andato prima di noi
la notte era nera e drear
poiché ho ritenuto il senso della morte

 



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