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sad love poem

tempesta
non posso ora dirvi
deve andare indietro, ha detto
bench sia piccolo come tutte le cose piccole
abbiamo nessuno shame?
il singolo pugno serrato alzato e ready
non posso ritenere sempre il suo greatness
lasci una conservazione di gioia voi
l dalla finestra nella vecchia casa
la pioggia finito e l'aria brillante
un poet, prendente il freno fuori della sua linguetta
se esso
oscillato nella culla del profondo

 



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