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graduation poem

dal ponticello rude
li ho sentiti nella notte
il mio amore allineare dal suo cuscino č aumentato
sotto il timone del guerriero
come mi trovo coperto dentro, selezionato dentro
sotto la luna della raccolta
poiché ho ritenuto il senso della morte
li prevedo
un poet, prendente il freno fuori della sua linguetta
sto morendo
tristi sono che conoscono non l'amore
veda lo sperimentale

 



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