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teen love poem

l'aria è piena l'alba del e la molla
come mi trovo coperto dentro, selezionato dentro
uno per uno, come va da un albero
conosco non dove
scattando in su, cadendo
ci situiamo
ma alas, sogni giusti
uomo freddo severo
alti pareti ed enorme
o giusta e stately domestica, di cui occhi
e come potreste sogno della riunione
quelli sul superiore dicono che li conoscono, terra -- sono liars
un poet, prendente il freno fuori della sua linguetta

 



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