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gothic poetry

sono una donna
quando un atto è fatto per la libertà
quando ero si è rotto a Londra
aranci di coglitura nubian blu-neri
benchè sia piccolo come tutte le cose piccole
in tutte le cose non parlate di
li ho sentiti nella notte
candele che si rovesciano obliquamente in latte del pomodoro
ho avuto un sogno e mi sono svegliato con esso
con i suoi capelli che flaying sfrenatamente

 



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