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erotic poetry

riempio questa tazza
mi sono sentito che una principessa sicura
oscillato nella culla del profondo
perchè sono le cose che non hanno morte
come lui di chi spirito nella fiammata del mezzogiorno
sono nell'amore con gli alti posti far-seeing
bello
da solo
dal pavimento al soffitto
rumori che si sforzano strapparsi
nei loro regimentals ragged
ha sentito i bambini giocare al sole

 



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