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halloween poetry

le navi stanno trovandosi nella baia
scuro-eyed
il mio amore allineare dal suo cuscino aumentato
come lui di chi spirito nella fiammata del mezzogiorno
non appenda corona
che cosa era esso i motori detti
splendido e terribile il vostro amore
se lo slayer rosso pensa slays
nelle mattine nube-grige
perch cos triste mio bello?
come esso
provato nel glimmer nei vostri occhi
quando il velare dagli occhi alzato
cos caduto

 



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