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teenage love poem

era molte e molto un anno fa
ci erano tre nel prato dal ruscello
nobility della morte ancora
al lato di un campo raso
addolorisi non per l'invisibile
diami la fame
ha scoppiato il vino feroce
sto morendo
ci è una città, builded da nessuna mano
nelle mattine nube-grige
dal profondo e l'oscurità
sole e vento e battimento del mare
provato nel glimmer nei vostri occhi
lascilo muoversi lentamente tramite la via

 



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