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i miss you poem

con gli occhi meek e marroni
qui cade nessuna luce
prima del san bronze solenne
sto morendo
quegli occhi neri i una volta così elogiato
uno per uno, come va da un albero
sonno dolce nelle vostre tombe humble
amo la mia ora di vento e di luce
gli archi del ponticello rosso
la sua faccia è giusta e liscia e fine
agito i miei capelli nel vento della mattina
quanto selvaggio, come strega-come bizzarro che la vita dovrebbe essere
in sua tenda custodita

 



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