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suicide poem

limps con la fermata del passo doloroso
due file dei cavoli
a volte mi domando se è realmente allineare
ascolti
mi sono sentito che una principessa sicura
sotto il foglio dusky dell'alloro
esprimiamo le nostre passioni più basse
del sole né stelle
conosco non dove
in sua tenda custodita
ho entrato nel deserto perché la mia anima è athirst
penso spesso alla città bella
quelli sul superiore dicono che li conoscono, terra -- sono liars

 



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