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suicide poem

l'aria è piena l'alba del e la molla
al lato di un campo raso
amico, di cui il sorriso è venuto essere
dal puntello, dal mare
ho detto
non posso ritenere sempre il suo greatness
la neve bisbiglia circa me
la signora, il vostro cuore si è girata verso polvere
facce belle e tragical
ciò è la nave della perla
sto morendo

 



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