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daughter poem

per questi bracci bianchi circa il mio collo
ha sentito i bambini giocare al sole
con gli occhi meek e marroni
amo non troppo bene la mia vita, ma
faccio la mia protezione, ma nessuno sa
e con l'uccello di ronzio
il corpo può limitare
ci era uno strangeness sui vostri labbri
guardi indietro con gli occhi longing e sappia che seguirò
prima del san bronze solenne

 



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