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baby poem

li prevedo
le veritŕ terribili questi sono
scattando in su, cadendo
dio
una pesca piccola nel frutteto si č sviluppata
se muoio, pensi soltanto questo me
č ci qualcuno lŕ
come un uomo nudo io va
i giorni endeared ad ogni MUSE
per guardare tutto il giorno l'onda blu arricciarsi e rompersi
uplifting, come il vento ha saltato
questa ciotola d'argento antica di mine
rinnovi la visione di piacere
la luna aumentante ha nascosto le stelle

 



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