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suicide poetry

alcuni dei hurts che avete curato
non c'sono nessuna preda io dei pensieri difficili
la musica i si è sentita con voi era più della musica
aumentato dai morti
e mentre abbiamo camminato l'erba debolmente è stata mescolata
prima del san bronze solenne
esistere dello swan
amo la mia ora di vento e di luce
morbidamente ora la luce del giorno

 



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