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baby poem

faccio la mia protezione, ma nessuno sa
un'ombra grigia sottile sul bordo di pensiero
ci è una città, builded da nessuna mano
la nerezza ruba le forme di tutte le regine
così caduto
li ha fatti mai sentono parlare
per questi bracci bianchi circa il mio collo
composto del loveliness da solo
la gradisco
il pietoso piccolo, portato, facce ridere

 



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