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poem for pastors

è andato
mi levo in piedi nel tempo grigio freddo
dal sud alla rottura del giorno
siete il mio compagno
uno con voi
una foschia stava guidando giù
benchè sia piccolo come tutte le cose piccole
glooms delle viv-quercie
dicami più di meno o dicami di più
truely
per questi bracci bianchi circa il mio collo
perchè

 



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