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suicide poem

vecchio vino da bere
fate sentirsi
ho sentito tutto il giorno il vento
devo dire buona notte
ma alas, sogni giusti
quell'anno
chi è il corridore nei cieli
le navi stanno trovandosi nella baia
era una bellezza nei giorni
sono fevered
l'odore del è aumentato così falso, le spine così allineare
ancora il suo gray oscilla la torretta sopra il mare

 



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