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will march,
the next morning ...
when the cold winds awaken,
... the birds singing ...
gallop my words on the mountain, the rump
adventures without guardians,
... flee from the battle ... Grumpy lion
wounding emeralds, will walk barefoot back
seas, frost conquer
overtake the rebesanas,
... overpower the waters of the lagoons ...
tear down, walls, wetlands, will build kissing
... ruins ...
... again ... when nest ...
humming birds ...
there will be.
author
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Lola ** BB
"" timid voice "***
Come to me, gentle knight, of-ten
your horse ...
's lair at night, leave your good composure
... hide-la,
the manger in flames ...
come, come to me with your savage instinct.
Walk towards me ... without fear,
your measured voice leaves behind intermittent
it taken away to their distant echo mountains. Dezastes
your
concrete layer covering your charms,
out your voice in anger and poetry! Salt of the darkly
susterráneos,
give light and vote, without pause, without fear.
meek gentleman come to me ...
the nights are just ...
me, here I wait ... Voice
love ...
wait to hear your sweet words, that voice
flowing down your throat. ***
author Lola BB
My dear friends and friends
with this poem I take a break,
with all my love I give you kisses and hugs, your friend
Lola,
thank you very much everybody.
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