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con gli occhi meek e marroni
bucks neri grassi in una stanza del vino-barilotto
lascilo essere triste
morbido come la base nella terra
ci è uno che quella i amava una volta così tanto
desolato e solo
dato che, se faceste una pausa oggi il mio lato
corsa alto-sopportata
risiedo alla montagna della tabella
dai nostri posti nascosti

 



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