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best friend poem

prenda i miei bracelets
ho vinto la corsa
i poets dicono a
rose ed oro
quando libertà dalla sua altezza della montagna
le tonalità della notte stavano cadendo velocemente
molto bene, voi liberali
nelle mattine nube-grige
risiedo alla montagna della tabella
dove io trovili
splendido e terribile il vostro amore
era un oysterman giovane alto

 



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