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suicide poem

sonno, fratello grigio della morte
tutti quei tesori che si trovano
deve andare indietro, ha detto
basamento qui dal mio lato
sopra i tetti corra le ombre delle nubi
il più triste dell'anno
ci erano tre nel prato dal ruscello
ascolti il mare suonante
splendido e terribile il vostro amore
ho visto la prima pera
improvvisamente, dai sensi scuri e frondosi
in tutte le cose non parlate di

 



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