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love poem

l'odore del è aumentato così falso, le spine così allineare
li ho detestati
eliminazione, lottante vainly
siete bei e sbiaditi
serene di pomeriggio e luminoso verdi
la mia anima va placcata nelle cose gorgeous
senza sosta
sia in me come gli atteggiamenti eternal
con gli occhi meek e marroni
sto morendo
nel porto di nuovo York
perchè così triste mio bello?
mai in tutta la mia vita
come le aquile sul high alto

 



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