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ho sentito tutto il giorno il vento
benchè sia piccolo come tutte le cose piccole
che probabilità spiteful ruba i unawares
questi sono
il fratello, sono fuoco
come mi trovo coperto dentro, selezionato dentro
abbiamo nessuno shame?
forse è materia che avete morto
quanto selvaggio, come strega-come bizzarro che la vita dovrebbe essere
la figlia, l'arte di thou viene morire
babylon -- dove vado sognare
li ho detestati
a volte mi domando se è realmente allineare

 



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