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life poem

non appenda corona
era un oysterman giovane alto
stuff della luna
l'agonia di avere troppa alimentazione
la mia madre twines me rose bagnate con rugiada
andato prima di noi
agito i miei capelli nel vento della mattina
ho vinto la corsa
se fossi molto sicuro
nel vostro volo
osservi fuori sulle stelle, il mio amore
non rimanga nient'altro
la mia anima è un campo arato scuro
ultima mezzanotte

 



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