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baby poem

poiché ho ritenuto il senso della morte
quel compagno sconosciuto è venuto sul mescolareare i piedi
veda, da questa falsificazione di lui
glooms delle viv-quercie
nella sfera
ma non posso ora leggerlo
da solo
un cielo che non ha conosciuto mai il sole, la luna o le stelle
era un oysterman giovane alto
non rimanga nient'altro
tre giorni li ho sentiti addolorarsi quando mi situo completamente
agito i miei capelli nel vento della mattina

 



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