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thanksgiving poem

li ha fatti mai sentono parlare
i nostri momenti piacevoli volano
la terra mantiene certo andare di vibrazione
è andato
passato inesorabile di thou
come mi trovo coperto dentro, selezionato dentro
fate non sentirsi
fiore bianco della gomma piuma, fiore rosso della fiamma
tre anni fa oggi
passando tramite le pareti huddled ed ugly

 



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