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life poetry

la figlia, l'arte di thou viene morire
riempio questa tazza
ho sentito tutto il giorno il vento
nelle mattine nube-grige
se esso
quando ero un ragazzo all'università
composto del loveliness da solo
il mio figlio è guasto e sono ciechi andanti
non brucio incenso

 



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