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teenage love poem

Când am revenit la apus
I sta în frig gri vreme
şi numele meu este veridică
cât de sălbatică, cum de vrajitoare ca ciudat că viaţa ar trebui să se
de limite pe zi drowses de vest abrupt
întunericul
este adevărat că ai spus de la galerie sunt utilizaţi pentru a vă mai mult de zane
moale, o dată acest gazon
cer au fost ashen şi sobru
când m-am uitat în ochii dumneavoastră
probabil
a fost în toamna anului
prieten, al cărui zâmbet a ajuns să fie
trist, care sunt ei nu ştiu dragoste

 



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