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i miss you poem

la festività reale è stata fatta
come come le stelle è questo il bianco, facce nameless
alcuni dei hurts che avete curato
ha detto
una volta questo tappeto erboso molle
le preghiere bianche piccole
la penso splendido giusto
sceso all'alba dalle colline windless
non si addolori che finito
braided e tessuto
travails della terra

 



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