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lost love poem

i nostri momenti piacevoli volano
quando ero si è rotto a Londra
riempio questa tazza
come mi trovo coperto dentro, selezionato dentro
sceso all'alba dalle colline windless
il rullo triste del tamburo desonorizzato ha battimento
sonno dolce nelle vostre tombe humble
dal mare scintillante
dite che lo amate
siete bei e sbiaditi

 



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