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death poem

sopra-avevo preparato l'evento
bucks neri grassi in una stanza del vino-barilotto
ora per una lotta attiva e cheerful
ero un goddess ere il marmo lo ha trovato
ho visto le stelle più fiere
ottanta anni hanno passato e più
mi levo in piedi nel tempo grigio freddo
il mio figlio è guasto e sono ciechi andanti
potremmo ma sapere
sotto il timone del guerriero
figlie di tempo
in settembre

 



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