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angel poem

il prato stava strisciando
ed il mio nome č sincero
ci era un momento durante gli anni precedenti
mentre mi sono levato in piedi ascoltare, discreetly dumb
con di anima dei labbri colore rosso e cuore della pietra
la sua faccia č giusta e liscia e fine
alcuni dei hurts che avete curato
tengo il vostro cuore
facce belle e tragical
forse
ha sentito i bambini giocare al sole

 



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