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erotic poem

una tempesta sta guidando sulla marea
due file dei cavoli
riempio questa tazza
qui cade nessuna luce
ci č un'ora di riposo pacifico
sedendosi nel suo attuatore che aspetta il vostro tč
alti pareti ed enorme
all'interno di questa tomba umile un conqueror si trova
sono nell'amore con gli alti posti far-seeing
forse
facce belle e tragical
se lo slayer rosso pensa slays

 



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