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sex poem

fate sentirsi
quindi non posso
poiché ho ritenuto il senso della morte
amo la mia ora di vento e di luce
in tutte le cose non parlate di
senza dubbio mi ricordo di ancora
ed ancora hanno camminato sopra
ci è uno che quella i amava una volta così tanto
moonlight profondo e tenero
della l'oscurità e pace nel mia base finale
scuro-eyed
quando la notte va alla deriva lungo le vie della città
vecchio vino da bere

 



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