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sorry poem

non eravamo molti
una foschia stava guidando giù
guardi indietro con gli occhi longing e sappia che seguirò
quindi non posso
che cosa noi ora farà
una penna di acciaio
abbiamo nessuno shame?
benchè sia piccolo come tutte le cose piccole
questi sono
potrebbe conoscerla nella molla più in anticipo
non sia falso
il merriment infinito e insensato delle stelle
non si addolori che finito
l'odore del è aumentato così falso, le spine così allineare

 



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