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grandma poem

siete svegli?
cara moglie
ho entrato nel deserto perché la mia anima č athirst
il pietoso piccolo, portato, facce ridere
dicami non
la nerezza
mi domando dove vivete
non c'sono nessuna preda io dei pensieri difficili
perchč sono le cose che non hanno morte
che cosa era esso i motori detti
e cosě va
tutti gli anni sfavorevoli

 



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