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erotic poetry

una pesca piccola nel frutteto si è sviluppata
l'aria è piena l'alba del e la molla
ho visto che hunched e rabbrividendo sulle pietre
e mentre abbiamo camminato l'erba debolmente è stata mescolata
i loro capelli bei
mistero più scuro e più sconosciuto
lungo le serie
uomo freddo severo
come lui di chi spirito nella fiammata del mezzogiorno

 



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