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sad death poem

piantiamo
ombre alate che scopano vicino
da solo
provato nel glimmer nei vostri occhi
come livellare cade
braided e tessuto
tutti dentro e tutti senza di me
behold me, in miei chiffon, garza e canutiglia
in tutte le cose non parlate di
un gleam di oro il gloom in e gray
penso spesso alla città bella
non posso ora dirvi

 



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