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sad death poem

conosco che cosa state andando dire
l'aria è piena l'alba del e la molla
aumentato dai morti
pensate, il mio ragazzo, quando metto i miei bracci intorno voi
ho avuto un sogno e mi sono svegliato con esso
short e dolce ed abbiamo arrivato alla fine di esso
ho vinto la corsa
ho visto che il dio voi lo dubita?

 



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