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gothic poetry

la mia madre twines me rose bagnate con rugiada
tengo il vostro cuore
sono andati i tre, quelle sorelle rare
sono una donna
i cieli che erano ashen e sobrio
burly, humble-ape fare un pisolino
tutti si acquietano lungo il potomac
le canzoni antiche
provato nel glimmer nei vostri occhi
dialo
ho scagliato la mia anima all'aria come un volo del falco
passando tramite le pareti huddled ed ugly

 



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