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baby poem

burly, humble-ape fare un pisolino
e così va
senza sosta
moonlight profondo e tenero
la signora, il vostro cuore si è girata verso polvere
nella sfera
non eravamo molti
quando ero si è rotto a Londra
un miglio dietro
improvvisamente, dai sensi scuri e frondosi
mi levo in piedi nel tempo grigio freddo

 



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