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graduation poem

non posso ora dirvi
tempesta
vado il mio senso complacently
ad alcuno i dii grassi
ci č un'ora di riposo pacifico
sono stancare di essere amaro e stancare di essere saggio
candele che si rovesciano obliquamente in latte del pomodoro
la fragranza č venuto
abbiamo nessuno shame?
improvvisamente, dai sensi scuri e frondosi
se muoio, pensi soltanto questo me
poco parco che attraverso
siete vivi?

 



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