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dicami non
un poet, prendente il freno fuori della sua linguetta
sono una donna
non sia arrabbiato con me
ho entrato nel deserto perché la mia anima è athirst
bello
osservare di là
questi cuori sono stati tessuti delle gioie umane e cure
abbiamo nessuno shame?
sono fevered
la figlia, l'arte di thou viene morire

 



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