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i giorni hypocritic
come le aquile sul high alto
all'alba, ha detto
movimento del vostro corpo č come musica
quando libertŕ dalla sua altezza della montagna
ho entrato nel deserto perché la mia anima č athirst
con i suoi capelli che flaying sfrenatamente
ha incurvato l'inondazione
la nerezza ruba le forme di tutte le regine
semplicitŕ
osservi fuori sulle stelle, il mio amore

 



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