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love poem

amico, di cui il sorriso è venuto essere
un poet, prendente il freno fuori della sua linguetta
figlie di tempo
ottanta anni hanno passato e più
mi sono levato in piedi
la donna molto ha mancato, come denominate a me, chiamata a me
quando ho esaminato i vostri occhi
mescolisi
non eravamo molti
dai prati ricchi con cereale

 



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