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retirement poem

amo rubare per un po'via
piantiamo
ho detto, io ho chiuso il mio cuore
veda, da questa falsificazione di lui
short e dolce ed abbiamo arrivato alla fine di esso
ho vinto la corsa
dite che lo amate
le verità terribili questi sono
ha incurvato l'inondazione
il mio figlio è guasto e sono ciechi andanti
esprimiamo le nostre passioni più basse

 



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