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thanksgiving poem

quando ero si č rotto a Londra
quale si conservare
tramite il seno facente male della vasta terra
ho entrato nel deserto perché la mia anima č athirst
la mia anima va placcata nelle cose gorgeous
a volte mi domando se č realmente allineare
sotto un albero di diffusione della castagna
lascili pity coloro di che sia migliore fuori che noi sono
con di anima dei labbri colore rosso e cuore della pietra

 



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