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retirement poem

e mentre abbiamo camminato l'erba debolmente è stata mescolata
sopra loro tutte, osservando giù
sto morendo
li ho detestati
che cosa era esso i motori detti
in pieno delle rotture
sono vecchio e cieco
ho lanciato il mondo
aumentato dai morti
lungo le serie
bucks neri grassi in una stanza del vino-barilotto
ero un goddess ere il marmo lo ha trovato
in sua tenda custodita

 



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