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la mia madre twines me rose bagnate con rugiada
con gli occhi meek e marroni
scattando in su, cadendo
alcuni dei hurts che avete curato
sonno dolce nelle vostre tombe humble
vi ricordate di
sceso all'alba dalle colline windless
per allora senza
diami la fame

 



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