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grandma poem

era molte e molto un anno fa
è venuto prenderlo dalla mano
il mio figlio è guasto e sono ciechi andanti
sono il vento che esita
lasci il unsaid bello di parole
come esso
ho visto che hunched e rabbrividendo sulle pietre
ho sentito tutto il giorno il vento
siete bei e sbiaditi

 



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