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ora mentre i miei labbri stanno vivendo
lasci il unsaid bello di parole
morbido come la base nella terra
sono una donna
corsa alto-sopportata
non c'sono nessuna preda io dei pensieri difficili
all'interno di questa tomba umile un conqueror si trova

 



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