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erotic poetry

sentite la pioggia?
rumori che si sforzano strapparsi
amo la mia ora di vento e di luce
quando i mare-venti hanno perforato i nostri solitudes
quale desidero rilevare
a volte mi domando se è realmente allineare
la gradisco
penso spesso alla città bella
amo non troppo bene la mia vita, ma
glooms delle viv-quercie
sotto la mia finestra in una via della città
la donna molto ha mancato, come denominate a me, chiamata a me
che cosa era esso i motori detti

 



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