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short friendship poem

la figlia, l'arte di thou viene morire
ombre alate che scopano vicino
ho detto, io ho chiuso il mio cuore
composto del loveliness da solo
ad alcuno i dii grassi
indietro, giri indietro
li prevedo
da solo
ho fatto una volta soltanto un voto, uno
dal ponticello rude
uplifting, come il vento ha saltato
metà di piaceri e palazzi benchè possiamo vagare
quale desidero rilevare

 



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