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sorry poem

non eravamo molti
prenda i miei bracelets
ha scoppiato il vino feroce
il cielo
sotto la luna della raccolta
cosě perso
ho fatto una pausa la stoffa per tendine aperta
ho guardato sul cielo glorious
la figlia, l'arte di thou viene morire
sceso all'alba dalle colline windless
ho sentito tutto il giorno il vento
i corridoi di marmo resounding lunghi
dalla finestra un mare degli alberi verdi
impaurito nient'altro, dico

 



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