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grandma poem

ho scagliato la mia anima all'aria come un volo del falco
andato prima di noi
una pesca piccola nel frutteto si è sviluppata
una parola di volo di qui e lĂ 
fate sentirsi
ci era un momento durante gli anni precedenti
conosco che cosa state andando dire
passato inesorabile di thou
dolce e forte
e come potreste sogno della riunione
tempesta

 



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