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friend poem

malinconia, azzurro era
nel gather di nerezza e chiedono
a volte mi domando se realmente allineare
ci situiamo
e mentre abbiamo camminato l'erba debolmente stata mescolata
sono una donna
il mio figlio guasto e sono ciechi andanti
fra il fumo e nebbia di un pomeriggio di dicembre
siete chiari

 



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