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baby poem

dolce e forte
la mia madre twines me rose bagnate con rugiada
ho scagliato la mia anima all'aria come un volo del falco
con i suoi capelli che flaying sfrenatamente
fate non sentirsi
poiché ho ritenuto il senso della morte
due file dei cavoli
ci situiamo
lungamente fa la luce solare di estate lucidare

 



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