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teen love poem

fate non sentirsi
a che cosa una donna la paragonerà cara
glooms delle viv-quercie
li ho detestati
all'interno della mia mano tengo
perchè così triste mio bello?
non si addolori che finito
babylon -- dove vado sognare
poco parco che attraverso
un'ombra grigia sottile sul bordo di pensiero
sposti la terra in tempo nuvoloso
era una bellezza nei giorni
ed ancora hanno camminato sopra

 



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