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thanksgiving poetry

ho vinto la corsa
la mia madre twines me rose bagnate con rugiada
faccio la mia protezione, ma nessuno sa
ascolti
splendor dolce
per potere vedere ogni lato di ogni domanda
č venuto prenderlo dalla mano
ora mentre i miei labbri stanno vivendo
amavo una donna
quando ho rinviato al tramonto

 



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