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break up poem

fiori dei bambini
bucks neri grassi in una stanza del vino-barilotto
li ha fatti mai sentono parlare
il prato stava strisciando
tre giorni li ho sentiti addolorarsi quando mi situo completamente
il mio amore allineare dal suo cuscino è aumentato
poco parco che attraverso
il mio dispiacere, quando è qui con me
basso! 'tis un la notte di gala
la mia anima è un campo arato scuro

 



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