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halloween poem

amo non troppo bene la mia vita, ma
a volte mi domando se è realmente allineare
ha sentito i bambini giocare al sole
i cieli che erano ashen e sobrio
questi cuori sono stati tessuti delle gioie umane e cure
cammino giù i percorsi del giardino
nel gather di nerezza e chiedono
ha scoppiato il vino feroce

 



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