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la mia madre twines me rose bagnate con rugiada
una foschia stava guidando giù
le tonalità della notte stavano cadendo velocemente
improvvisamente, dai sensi scuri e frondosi
che cosa noi ora farà
quindi non posso
non posso ritenere sempre il suo greatness
sedendosi nel suo attuatore che aspetta il vostro tè
ho fatto una pausa la stoffa per tendine aperta
morbidamente ora la luce del giorno

 



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