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sono una donna
da solo
sotto la mia finestra in una via della città
l'odore del è aumentato così falso, le spine così allineare
un poet, prendente il freno fuori della sua linguetta
nel vostro volo
mi chiedono dove sono stato
siete vivi?
i giorni hypocritic
prenda i miei bracelets
scuro-eyed
sotto il foglio dusky dell'alloro
il pietoso piccolo, portato, facce ridere

 



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