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christmas poem

il singolo pugno serrato alzato e ready
li prevedo
la gradisco
faccio la mia protezione, ma nessuno sa
ci erano tre nel prato dal ruscello
la neve bisbiglia circa me
la mia anima va placcata nelle cose gorgeous
nel gather di nerezza e chiedono
del sole né stelle
potremmo ma sapere
sotto la mia finestra in una via della cittŕ
sono fevered
senza sosta

 



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