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def poetry jam

alcuni dei hurts che avete curato
una foschia stava guidando giù
semplicità
quindi non posso
fino alla sua finestra dell'alloggiamento
lasci il unsaid bello di parole
nei numeri mournful
fra il fumo e nebbia di un pomeriggio di dicembre
ho entrato nel deserto perché la mia anima è athirst
morbido come la base nella terra
senza sosta
sia in me come gli atteggiamenti eternal
il vecchio ovest, il vecchio tempo

 



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