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sorry poem

ho visto che hunched e rabbrividendo sulle pietre
il sole è in su
gloom
li prevedo
ci situiamo
quando il velare dagli occhi è alzato
il mio figlio è guasto e sono ciechi andanti
mentre mi sono levato in piedi ascoltare, discreetly dumb
come livellare cade
lasci una conservazione di gioia voi
era non per quell'odore singolare

 



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