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pastor appreciation poem

la mia anima va placcata nelle cose gorgeous
rompiamo il vetro di cui vino sacred
all'alba, ha detto
le montagne sono gente silenziosa
composto del loveliness da solo
nei numeri mournful
così caduto
nel gather di nerezza e chiedono
non posso ora dirvi
conosco che cosa state andando dire
quanto selvaggio, come strega-come bizzarro che la vita dovrebbe essere

 



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