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teen love poem

ottanta anni hanno passato e più
tempesta
ero un goddess ere il marmo lo ha trovato
poiché ho ritenuto il senso della morte
dicami
sotto il timone del guerriero
bucks neri grassi in una stanza del vino-barilotto
l'aria è piena l'alba del e la molla
fiori dei bambini
migliori che il granito
città che non è una città
tutti dentro e tutti senza di me


 



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