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sorry poem

poiché ho ritenuto il senso della morte
indietro, giri indietro
pensate, il mio ragazzo, quando metto i miei bracci intorno voi
così perso
prima del san bronze solenne
amo rubare per un po'via
veda, da questa falsificazione di lui
potrebbe conoscerla nella molla più in anticipo
facce belle e tragical

 



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