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erotic poem

se lo slayer rosso pensa slays
in sua tenda custodita
benchč sia piccolo come tutte le cose piccole
il mio dispiacere, quando č qui con me
composto del loveliness da solo
e mentre abbiamo camminato l'erba debolmente č stata mescolata
quando le ore del giorno sono numerate

 



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