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poem for pastors

ora mentre i miei labbri stanno vivendo
come mi trovo coperto dentro, selezionato dentro
non appenda corona
per guardare tutto il giorno l'onda blu arricciarsi e rompersi
morbidamente ora la luce del giorno
siete il mio compagno
ci sono tre sensi in cui gli uomini prendono
i giorni hypocritic
prima del san bronze solenne

 



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