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love poems

le tonalitŕ della notte stavano cadendo velocemente
la mia madre lo ha insegnato che ogni notte
volontŕ glimmer sul mare?
la nerezza ruba le forme di tutte le regine
uomo freddo severo
agito i miei capelli nel vento della mattina
sono fevered
senza dubbio mi ricordo di ancora
in sua tenda custodita
cammino giů i percorsi del giardino
quando ero si č rotto a Londra
ora per una lotta attiva e cheerful
li ho fatti un'offerta tutto l'addio
scattando in su, cadendo

 



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