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friend poem

perchč allora, il mosto noi vede?
improvvisamente, dai sensi scuri e frondosi
nella terra silenziosa
č venuto prenderlo dalla mano
ultima mezzanotte
sono stancare di essere amaro e stancare di essere saggio
tre giorni li ho sentiti addolorarsi quando mi situo completamente
siete il mio compagno
con i suoi capelli che flaying sfrenatamente
era l'autunno dell'anno
perchč facciali sempre basamento lŕ che rabbrividisce

 



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