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teenage love poem

il giorno è fatto
i cieli che erano ashen e sobrio
non ci è moltitudine, comunque guardato e teso
sopra loro tutte, osservando giù
all'interno della mia mano tengo
l'aria è piena l'alba del e la molla
lascilo essere triste
su e giù va
la nerezza ruba le forme di tutte le regine
lasci il unsaid bello di parole
in settembre
tramite il seno facente male della vasta terra

 



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