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first tanka

first she was naked then she got dressed mine forever poetry
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I don't know somonka

I don't know    hoe to say it,   because    it's not yet made...   my silent word  his nakedness  and the sea  live inside me   like autumn,  to me, it still is   autumn  I can feel the frost now*  *Autumn, Barbara Streisand
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