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love poem

la mia anima è un campo arato scuro
splendido e terribile il vostro amore
ottanta anni hanno passato e più
pensieri tramite la mia testa
come livellare cade
questi cuori sono stati tessuti delle gioie umane e cure
con di anima dei labbri colore rosso e cuore della pietra
questi sono
faccio la mia protezione, ma nessuno sa
sopra i tetti corra le ombre delle nubi

 



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