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sympathy poem

cosě perso
una pesca piccola nel frutteto si č sviluppata
osservare di lŕ
non prego per pace
sopra il fiume beckon a me
la signora, il vostro cuore si č girata verso polvere
glass-blower di tempo
piantiamo
ci era uno strangeness sui vostri labbri
ora mentre i miei labbri stanno vivendo
la neve bisbiglia circa me
impaurito nient'altro, dico
con di anima dei labbri colore rosso e cuore della pietra
del sole né stelle

 



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