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wedding poem

ci sono tre sensi in cui gli uomini prendono
quegli occhi neri i una volta così elogiato
fra il fumo e nebbia di un pomeriggio di dicembre
ha detto
la nerezza
la figlia, l'arte di thou viene morire
sotto il foglio dusky dell'alloro
la sua faccia è giusta e liscia e fine
con i suoi capelli che flaying sfrenatamente
veda lo sperimentale
e così va
nella terra silenziosa
il mio amore allineare dal suo cuscino è aumentato
sentite la pioggia?

 



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