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slam poetry

era non per quell'odore singolare
sono andati i tre, quelle sorelle rare
questa ciotola d'argento antica di mine
un poet, prendente il freno fuori della sua linguetta
ombre alate che scopano vicino
sopra-avevo preparato l'evento
veda che mi dò voi
all'interno di questa tomba umile un conqueror si trova
vado il mio senso complacently
prima del san bronze solenne

 



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