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grandmother poem

veda, da questa falsificazione di lui
stella-polvere e luce vaporous
perchč cosě triste mio bello?
improvvisamente, dai sensi scuri e frondosi
ci č un paese in pieno di vino
ho visto i archangels nel mio mela-albero la notte scorsa
siete bei e sbiaditi
per potere vedere ogni lato di ogni domanda
amo rubare per un po'via
le vecchie canzoni
quando ero si č rotto a Londra
come un uomo nudo io va
le tonalitŕ della notte stavano cadendo velocemente

 



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