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halloween poem

potremmo ma sapere
sposti la terra in tempo nuvoloso
una foschia stava guidando giù
indietro, giri indietro
sono vecchio e cieco
diami la fame
questi sono
mille anni silenziosi fa
il mio figlio è guasto e sono ciechi andanti
perchè allora, il mosto noi vede?
come un uomo nudo io va
bello
è ci qualcuno là

 



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