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era una bellezza nei giorni
la mia madre twines me rose bagnate con rugiada
andato prima di noi
ha incurvato l'inondazione
lasci una conservazione di gioia voi
scattando in su, cadendo
sono fevered
non ho saputo mai che la terra ha avuta così tanto oro
è spesso non così?
alcuni dei hurts che avete curato

 



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