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happy birthday poem

la donna molto ha mancato, come denominate a me, chiamata a me
le verità terribili questi sono
alla mezzanotte
rompiamo il vetro di cui vino sacred
non brucio incenso
senza sosta
se muoio, pensi soltanto questo me
mentre mi sono levato in piedi ascoltare, discreetly dumb
sotto un albero di diffusione della castagna
a che cosa una donna la paragonerà cara

 



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