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teenage love poem

all'interno della mia mano tengo
perchè sono le cose che non hanno morte
prenda i miei bracelets
lungo le serie
ci è un paese in pieno di vino
ancora il suo gray oscilla la torretta sopra il mare
l'odore del è aumentato così falso, le spine così allineare
potrebbe conoscerla nella molla più in anticipo
glass-blower di tempo
deve andare indietro, ha detto
se muoio, pensi soltanto questo me

 



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