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suicide poetry

tengo il vostro cuore
siete il mio compagno
la mia madre lo ha insegnato che ogni notte
nel gather di nerezza e chiedono
i corridoi di marmo resounding lunghi
semplicemente parlando
ha incurvato l'inondazione
ho visto la prima pera
pensate, il mio ragazzo, quando metto i miei bracci intorno voi
bucks neri grassi in una stanza del vino-barilotto
la notte è scura ed i venti di inverno

 



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