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broken heart poem

ho entrato nel deserto perché la mia anima è athirst
ci erano tre nel prato dal ruscello
rompiamo il vetro di cui vino sacred
il dolce con il fern ed è aumentato
per allora senza
corsa alto-sopportata
e pane del breaketh non di più
passando tramite le pareti huddled ed ugly
mi sono levato in piedi
il mio figlio è guasto e sono ciechi andanti
li prevedo
quando libertà dalla sua altezza della montagna

 



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