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poem for pastors

dalla finestra un mare degli alberi verdi
forse
tutti dentro e tutti senza di me
poiché ho ritenuto il senso della morte
burly, humble-ape fare un pisolino
perchè facciali sempre basamento là che rabbrividisce
ho visto la prima pera
la donna molto ha mancato, come denominate a me, chiamata a me
faccia i ragazzi e le ragazze ancora vanno
ultima mezzanotte
rompiamo il vetro di cui vino sacred
serene di pomeriggio e luminoso verdi

 



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