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sad death poem

a volte mi domando se č realmente allineare
all'interno della mia mano tengo
per coprire il pensiero ardente
oscillato nella culla del profondo
vecchio vino da bere
senza dubbio mi ricordo di ancora
ero un goddess ere il marmo lo ha trovato
li ho fatti un'offerta tutto l'addio
un miglio dietro
mi chiedono dove sono stato

 



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