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romantic poem

la donna molto ha mancato, come denominate a me, chiamata a me
una foschia stava guidando giĂą
per questi bracci bianchi circa il mio collo
poiché ho ritenuto il senso della morte
li ho sentiti nella notte
chi ama la pioggia
mai in tutta la mia vita
la mia madre lo ha insegnato che ogni notte
abbiamo nessuno shame?
all'interno della mia mano tengo
per venire così presto a questo ha immaginato l'oscurità

 



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