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love poems

non posso ritenere sempre il suo greatness
mi sono levato in piedi
le preghiere bianche piccole
ora
le vecchie canzoni
la festività reale è stata fatta
città che non è una città
nei numeri mournful
ho scagliato la mia anima all'aria come un volo del falco
tutti si acquietano lungo il potomac
i cieli che erano ashen e sobrio
ho entrato nel deserto perché la mia anima è athirst
in corridoi di sonno avete vagato vicino
come livellare cade

 



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