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mother poem

ascolti il mare suonante
siete chiari
stuff della luna
riempio questa tazza
come un uomo nudo io va
short e dolce ed abbiamo arrivato alla fine di esso
se esso
uno sguardo è ma un raggio
ci è una città, builded da nessuna mano
glooms delle viv-quercie
non dal mondo largo di tutto
quel compagno sconosciuto è venuto sul mescolareare i piedi
ho lanciato il mondo

 



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