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suicide poem

le verit terribili questi sono
perch allora, il mosto noi vede?
una vita sull'onda dell'oceano
tristi sono che conoscono non l'amore
appena come mie barrette su queste chiavi
forse
non si addolori che finito
noi che si sono levati in piedi
non ci fuga dal fiume
la nerezza rotola verso l'alto
limps con la fermata del passo doloroso
rinnovi la visione di piacere

 



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