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halloween poem

dio
composto del loveliness da solo
la donna molto ha mancato, come denominate a me, chiamata a me
ora mentre i miei labbri stanno vivendo
un cielo che non ha conosciuto mai il sole, la luna o le stelle
molto bene, voi liberali
dal puntello, dal mare
le vecchie canzoni
non eravamo molti
gloom
ora che mi sono raffreddato a voi
ci sono guadagni per tutte le nostre perdite
dal pavimento al soffitto

 



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