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baby poem

alti pareti ed enorme
quando ho rinviato al tramonto
mi chiedono dove sono stato
al lover appassionato
una tempesta sta guidando sulla marea
lascili pity coloro di che sia migliore fuori che noi sono
movimento del vostro corpo è come musica
con il tramonto
è aumentato e l'ambra era il tramonto sul fiume
sto cantando voi
al lato di un campo raso
e mentre abbiamo camminato l'erba debolmente è stata mescolata
questa ciotola d'argento antica di mine

 



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