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halloween poem

la mia madre lo ha insegnato che ogni notte
cammino giů i percorsi del giardino
in un vecchio alloggiamento si č illuminato morbidamente
in tutte le cose non parlate di
i cieli che erano ashen e sobrio
uplifting, come il vento ha saltato
i giorni endeared ad ogni MUSE
vedo tutti gli spiriti umani
č aumentato e l'ambra era il tramonto sul fiume
agito i miei capelli nel vento della mattina
siete bei e sbiaditi
su e giů va

 



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