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lost love poem

agito i miei capelli nel vento della mattina
siete bei e sbiaditi
sotto un albero di diffusione della castagna
nella sfera
una volta questo tappeto erboso molle
il fratello, sono fuoco
braided e tessuto
mondo che cambia sotto la mia mano
pensate, il mio ragazzo, quando metto i miei bracci intorno voi
buona donna
il pietoso piccolo, portato, facce ridere
le navi stanno trovandosi nella baia
dai nostri posti nascosti
poiché ho ritenuto il senso della morte

 



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