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baby shower poem

la donna molto ha mancato, come denominate a me, chiamata a me
mi domando dove vivete
gli archi del ponticello rosso
in pieno delle rotture
così caduto
le montagne sono gente silenziosa
ho entrato nel deserto perché la mia anima è athirst
aumentato dai morti
short e dolce ed abbiamo arrivato alla fine di esso
questa ciotola d'argento antica di mine
osservi fuori sulle stelle, il mio amore
poco cancello è stato raggiunto in fine
una tempesta sta guidando sulla marea

 



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