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erotic poem

ciò è l'arsenale
come un uomo nudo io va
lo ho visto una volta prima
da solo
e come potreste sogno della riunione
la mia anima va placcata nelle cose gorgeous
ancora tredici anni
perchè sono le cose che non hanno morte
uno per uno, come va da un albero
dicami più di meno o dicami di più
per venire così presto a questo ha immaginato l'oscurità
dai prati ricchi con cereale
limps con la fermata del passo doloroso

 



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