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baby poem

potrebbe conoscerla nella molla più in anticipo
fra le montagne ho vagato
sopra-avevo preparato l'evento
semplicemente parlando
la nerezza ruba le forme di tutte le regine
ha scoppiato il vino feroce
pensieri tramite la mia testa
amavo una donna
un miglio dietro
ho detto, io ho chiuso il mio cuore
un cielo che non ha conosciuto mai il sole, la luna o le stelle
scattando in su, cadendo

 



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