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poem for dad

per allora senza
dal puntello, dal mare
la fragranza è venuto
così perso
città che non è una città
non ci è moltitudine, comunque guardato e teso
se fossi molto sicuro
basamento qui dal mio lato
le veritĂ  terribili questi sono
che probabilitĂ  spiteful ruba i unawares
amo non troppo bene la mia vita, ma
dove io trovili
per potere vedere ogni lato di ogni domanda

 



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