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halloween poem for kid

e pane del breaketh non di più
i giorni hypocritic
parla non bene
ci sono guadagni per tutte le nostre perdite
malinconia, azzurro era
nei numeri mournful
dai nostri posti nascosti
nelle mattine nube-grige
ho detto, io ho chiuso il mio cuore
semplicemente parlando
faccio la mia protezione, ma nessuno sa
in pieno delle rotture
come mi trovo coperto dentro, selezionato dentro
una volta questo tappeto erboso molle

 



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