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romantic love poem

li prevedo
andato prima di noi
fate sentirsi
quando libertà dalla sua altezza della montagna
quanto selvaggio, come strega-come bizzarro che la vita dovrebbe essere
i giorni endeared ad ogni MUSE
in possa
un miglio dietro
mi sono levato in piedi
candele che si rovesciano obliquamente in latte del pomodoro

 



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