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Mar 2019
You
I saw your eyes
Crumbling, you touched my heart
Glowing aura of yours.

I hear your sounds
Lumbering, you took my lips
Flaming tongue of yours.

The sun rose while I was descending hell.
That person.
Uriele
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Uriele  Italy
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