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autumn poem

riempio questa tazza
amico, di cui il sorriso è venuto essere
sopra loro tutte, osservando giù
l'amore è stato cantato mille sensi
bucks neri grassi in una stanza del vino-barilotto
non brucio incenso
rose ed oro
poco parco che attraverso
quando la notte va alla deriva lungo le vie della città
sto cantando voi
in pieno delle rotture

 



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