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life poem

dite che lo amate
tempesta
in settembre
ho lanciato il mondo
ero un goddess ere il marmo lo ha trovato
e come potreste sogno della riunione
passando tramite le pareti huddled ed ugly
dolce e forte
sotto la luna della raccolta
nelle mattine nube-grige
il padrone dei destini umani sono io
basamento qui dal mio lato

 



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