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death poem

ciņ č la nave della perla
passando tramite le pareti huddled ed ugly
poiché ho ritenuto il senso della morte
del sole né stelle
che cosa era esso i motori detti
sono una donna
l'alba era verde mela
i loro capelli bei
il sole ha fatto un passo gił dal suo throne dorato
diami la fame

 



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