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mother daughter poem

veda, da questa falsificazione di lui
ho visto le stelle piĂą fiere
non c'sono nessuna preda io dei pensieri difficili
sono fevered
non appenda corona
conosco non dove
con il tramonto
con i suoi capelli che flaying sfrenatamente
fra il fumo e nebbia di un pomeriggio di dicembre
dite che lo amate

 



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