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suicide poem

quando ero si rotto a Londra
ci la canzone della giovent
ho visto i archangels nel mio mela-albero la notte scorsa
li ho detestati
perch sono le cose che non hanno morte
il singolo pugno serrato alzato e ready
fiore bianco della gomma piuma, fiore rosso della fiamma
dai nostri posti nascosti
nel gather di nerezza e chiedono
faccio la mia protezione, ma nessuno sa
felicit

 



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