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Love is not my nor your
but closed meadow where we walked,
where little after six successful
and where I lazy I made home.
I look at you from inside you're outside,
walking around the edge distracted
and sometimes you get to check
if there are still firm and dazed.
Eden
And I do it again.
And since we are the best.
Patrizia Cavalli
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