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gothic poetry

scuro-eyed
ho guardato sul cielo glorious
limps con la fermata del passo doloroso
li ho detestati
sono stancare di essere amaro e stancare di essere saggio
mondo che cambia sotto la mia mano
il mio figlio è guasto e sono ciechi andanti
dice a di buoni vecchi periodi
che probabilità spiteful ruba i unawares
aranci di coglitura nubian blu-neri

 



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