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sad poetry

passando tramite le pareti huddled ed ugly
siete chiari
le stelle sono caduto da cielo
agito i miei capelli nel vento della mattina
come come le stelle è questo il bianco, facce nameless
travails della terra
il fratello, sono fuoco
il mio dispiacere, quando è qui con me
mescolisi
il mio figlio è guasto e sono ciechi andanti
così caduto
in settembre
lascilo essere triste

 



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