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short love poem

tempesta
quando venite stasera
da solo
candele che si rovesciano obliquamente in latte del pomodoro
quindi non posso
perchè così triste mio bello?
mondo che cambia sotto la mia mano
il mio figlio è guasto e sono ciechi andanti
i nostri momenti piacevoli volano
facce belle e tragical
ho visto con gli occhi aperti

 



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