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christmas poem

sotto la luna della raccolta
pensieri tramite la mia testa
ero un goddess ere il marmo lo ha trovato
la nerezza ruba le forme di tutte le regine
lungo una riva del fiume
quando il velare dagli occhi è alzato
sotto un albero di diffusione della castagna
amo non troppo bene la mia vita, ma
le verità terribili questi sono
osservare di là
conosco non dove

 



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