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thanksgiving poem

tre giorni li ho sentiti addolorarsi quando mi situo completamente
rinnovi la visione di piacere
se esso
fra le montagne ho vagato
in qualche luogo ho letto un racconto sconosciuto, vecchio, arrugginito
la luce ritirata
nel gather di nerezza e chiedono
short e dolce ed abbiamo arrivato alla fine di esso

 



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