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short love poem

ho visto i archangels nel mio mela-albero la notte scorsa
quando la notte va alla deriva lungo le vie della città
in sua tenda custodita
passando tramite le pareti huddled ed ugly
non sia arrabbiato con me
non eravamo molti
la notte era nera e drear
senza sosta
non ho saputo mai che la terra ha avuta così tanto oro

 



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