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baby poem

poiché ho ritenuto il senso della morte
mondo che cambia sotto la mia mano
la figlia, l'arte di thou viene morire
il lampo ha esposto a flash ed ha alzato
non sia arrabbiato con me
ascolti
sedendosi nel suo attuatore che aspetta il vostro tè
felicità
non dal mondo largo di tutto
ombre alate che scopano vicino
che cosa noi ora farà
mescolisi

 



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