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sad love poem

una pesca piccola nel frutteto si è sviluppata
i giorni malinconici sono venuto
siete chiari
cara moglie
amilo in fine, o se non
così perso
ci situiamo
quando vado di nuovo a terra
quelli sul superiore dicono che li conoscono, terra -- sono liars
tempesta
deve andare indietro, ha detto
ci era uno strangeness sui vostri labbri
uccelli contro il vento di aprile
lasci il unsaid bello di parole

 



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