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gothic poetry

il pietoso piccolo, portato, facce ridere
li ho fatti un'offerta tutto l'addio
ad alcuno i dii grassi
dai nostri posti nascosti
ma alas, sogni giusti
ho entrato nel deserto perché la mia anima è athirst
ho visto con gli occhi aperti
chi chiamerà il vento

 



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