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father poem

la mia madre lo ha insegnato che ogni notte
sentite la pioggia?
sono fevered
ci sono guadagni per tutte le nostre perdite
una foschia stava guidando giù
con di anima dei labbri colore rosso e cuore della pietra
noi che si sono levati in piedi
in corridoi di sonno avete vagato vicino
poco parco che attraverso
dai nostri posti nascosti
mentre mi sono levato in piedi ascoltare, discreetly dumb
vivo dalla riva del fiume

 



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