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death poem

la sua faccia è giusta e liscia e fine
in corridoi di sonno avete vagato vicino
con i suoi capelli che flaying sfrenatamente
morbido come la base nella terra
amo non troppo bene la mia vita, ma
così caduto
alti pareti ed enorme
un cielo che non ha conosciuto mai il sole, la luna o le stelle
la mia madre twines me rose bagnate con rugiada
le canzoni antiche

 



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