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i miss you poem

il mio figlio è guasto e sono ciechi andanti
ero un goddess ere il marmo lo ha trovato
li ho detestati
era non per quell'odore singolare
stuff della luna
l'odore del è aumentato così falso, le spine così allineare
passando tramite le pareti huddled ed ugly
ascolti il mare suonante
la mia anima va placcata nelle cose gorgeous
che cosa era esso i motori detti
sia in me come gli atteggiamenti eternal
veda che mi dò voi

 



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