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erotic poetry

vado il mio senso complacently
la notte era nera e drear
nei loro regimentals ragged
come le aquile sul high alto
l'alba era verde mela
ho sentito tutto il giorno il vento
sono vecchio e cieco
di ci non era mai un suono al lato il legno ma uno
burly, humble-ape fare un pisolino
moonlight profondo e tenero
sto morendo
il fratello, sono fuoco

 



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