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poem for dad

il vecchio ovest, il vecchio tempo
le preghiere bianche piccole
in un vecchio alloggiamento si è illuminato morbidamente
quando la notte va alla deriva lungo le vie della città
dicami
movimento del vostro corpo è come musica
bucks neri grassi in una stanza del vino-barilotto
desolato e solo
parla non bene
sentite la pioggia?
guardi indietro con gli occhi longing e sappia che seguirò
ombre alate che scopano vicino

 



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