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autumn poem

sono fevered
vedo tutti gli spiriti umani
alcuni giorni più ventosi
la mia madre twines me rose bagnate con rugiada
il mio figlio è guasto e sono ciechi andanti
potrebbe conoscerla nella molla più in anticipo
benchè sia piccolo come tutte le cose piccole
chi è il corridore nei cieli

 



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