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love poem

vecchio vino da bere
quelli sul superiore dicono che li conoscono, terra -- sono liars
glass-blower di tempo
qui si trova una signora la pi bella
malinconia, azzurro era
perch sono le cose che non hanno morte
nel gather di nerezza e chiedono
ho scagliato la mia anima all'aria come un volo del falco
fiore bianco della gomma piuma, fiore rosso della fiamma

 



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