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siete vivi?
prenda i miei bracelets
braided e tessuto
perchè sono le cose che non hanno morte
quando ero si è rotto a Londra
sopra il fiume beckon a me
i poets dicono a
fiori dei bambini
ombre alate che scopano vicino
cantili ancora alla canzone cantati
pensieri tramite la mia testa
benchè repine di amore e strofinio di motivo
quell'anno

 



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