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son poem

ci sono guadagni per tutte le nostre perdite
tempesta
sopra loro tutte, osservando giù
ho visto le stelle più fiere
nel vostro volo
gli archi del ponticello rosso
la donna molto ha mancato, come denominate a me, chiamata a me
come come le stelle è questo il bianco, facce nameless
a che cosa una donna la paragonerà cara
il vecchio ovest, il vecchio tempo
sonno, fratello grigio della morte
musing, fra il tramonto e l'oscurità

 



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