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break up poem

ho entrato nel deserto perché la mia anima è athirst
sotto il timone del guerriero
mille anni silenziosi fa
la mia anima va placcata nelle cose gorgeous
la nerezza
quando ero si è rotto a Londra
due file dei cavoli
burly, humble-ape fare un pisolino
musing, fra il tramonto e l'oscurità
non sia arrabbiato con me
la sua faccia è giusta e liscia e fine

 



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