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dark poetry

il più triste dell'anno
ombre alate che scopano vicino
ero un goddess ere il marmo lo ha trovato
ci è un paese in pieno di vino
short e dolce ed abbiamo arrivato alla fine di esso
sonno dolce nelle vostre tombe humble
come un uomo nudo io va
fra le montagne ho vagato
conosco non dove
per verità, per amore
quando il vento funziona contro di noi nell'oscurità
vedo tutti gli spiriti umani
truely

 



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