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love poem

calma come che seconda estate
circa ha sporto querela al padrone
come lui di chi spirito nella fiammata del mezzogiorno
dato che, se faceste una pausa oggi il mio lato
metà di piaceri e palazzi benchè possiamo vagare
rompiamo il vetro di cui vino sacred
aumentato dai morti
sotto la mia finestra in una via della città
quando i mare-venti hanno perforato i nostri solitudes

 



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