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per questi bracci bianchi circa il mio collo
e pane del breaketh non di piů
la neve bisbiglia circa me
la mia madre lo ha insegnato che ogni notte
se lo slayer rosso pensa slays
benchč sia piccolo come tutte le cose piccole
candele che si rovesciano obliquamente in latte del pomodoro
la fragranza č venuto
braided e tessuto

 



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