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friend poem

sto morendo
all'interno della mia mano tengo
braided e tessuto
come esso
amico, di cui il sorriso è venuto essere
glooms delle viv-quercie
quanto selvaggio, come strega-come bizzarro che la vita dovrebbe essere
la pioggia finito e l'aria brillante

 



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