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love poem

l'odore del è aumentato così falso, le spine così allineare
rumori che si sforzano strapparsi
tristemente parlando
la donna molto ha mancato, come denominate a me, chiamata a me
l'aria è piena l'alba del e la molla
limps con la fermata del passo doloroso
non prego per pace
li ho sentiti nella notte
ciò è la canzone della gioventù
del sole né stelle
qui si trova una signora la più bella
la gradisco
andato prima di noi
come un uomo nudo io va

 



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