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teen love poem

il giorno è fatto
il mio amore allineare dal suo cuscino è aumentato
lungamente fa la luce solare di estate lucidare
nobility della morte ancora
dialo
siete svegli?
perchè sono le cose che non hanno morte
aranci di coglitura nubian blu-neri
ha sentito i bambini giocare al sole
un poet, prendente il freno fuori della sua linguetta
le canzoni antiche
ottanta anni hanno passato e più
la notte è scura ed i venti di inverno
non ci è moltitudine, comunque guardato e teso

 



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