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erotic poetry

che cosa era esso i motori detti
sole e vento e battimento del mare
ora mentre i miei labbri stanno vivendo
la penso splendido giusto
il mio figlio è guasto e sono ciechi andanti
a volte mi domando se è realmente allineare
per questi bracci bianchi circa il mio collo
per potere vedere ogni lato di ogni domanda
non sia falso
non ci è fuga dal fiume
quando, pieno di amore caldo e desideroso
cane dal percalle ed il gatto del calicò
in sua tenda custodita
un poet, prendente il freno fuori della sua linguetta

 



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