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halloween poem

senza sosta
veda che mi dň voi
tre giorni li ho sentiti addolorarsi quando mi situo completamente
in vostri bracci era il piacere tranquillo
come lui di chi spirito nella fiammata del mezzogiorno
ho fatto una pausa la stoffa per tendine aperta
felicitŕ
perchč allora, il mosto noi vede?
dite che lo amate
l'amore č stato cantato mille sensi
agito i miei capelli nel vento della mattina
hanno avuti lui e la i ma venuto a contatto di
dal pavimento al soffitto
migliori che il granito

 



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