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christmas poem

in sua tenda custodita
mille anni silenziosi fa
la nerezza ruba le forme di tutte le regine
sotto il timone del guerriero
non ci è moltitudine, comunque guardato e teso
dio
sono il vento che esita
quindi non posso
ha scoppiato il vino feroce
limps con la fermata del passo doloroso
tramite il seno facente male della vasta terra
ho visto che il dio voi lo dubita?
ho visto con gli occhi aperti
non sia arrabbiato con me

 



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