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christmas poem

ho visto che hunched e rabbrividendo sulle pietre
passando tramite le pareti huddled ed ugly
sto morendo
come mi trovo coperto dentro, selezionato dentro
ero un goddess ere il marmo lo ha trovato
l'aria č come una farfalla
possono comunicare di amore in un cottage
quelli sul superiore dicono che li conoscono, terra -- sono liars

 



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