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funeral poem

per questi bracci bianchi circa il mio collo
sono una donna
la donna molto ha mancato, come denominate a me, chiamata a me
il lampo ha esposto a flash ed ha alzato
non ci è fuga dal fiume
benchè sia piccolo come tutte le cose piccole
rompiamo il vetro di cui vino sacred
le navi stanno trovandosi nella baia
era l'autunno dell'anno
lo ho visto una volta prima

 



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