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gothic poetry

il singolo pugno serrato alzato e ready
sceso all'alba dalle colline windless
del sole né stelle
impaurito nient'altro, dico
quando la notte va alla deriva lungo le vie della città
abbiamo nessuno shame?
tempesta
per questi bracci bianchi circa il mio collo
e così va
non rimanga nient'altro
come mi trovo coperto dentro, selezionato dentro
ciò è la canzone della gioventù
in pieno delle rotture
se muoio, pensi soltanto questo me

 



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