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baby poem

i spus
atunci când noapte drifts-a lungul strazile orasului
nu există nici o scape de râu
nu aţi auzit de
în mai
i trei zile auzit de ei, atunci când plânge i pune mort
breaketh pâine şi nu mai mult
nu am fost de multe
Sunt febril

 



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