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short love poem

fate non sentirsi
behold me, in miei chiffon, garza e canutiglia
la nerezza ruba le forme di tutte le regine
ho avuto un timore nella mia vita
in tutte le cose non parlate di
quando un atto č fatto per la libertŕ
il lampo ha esposto a flash ed ha alzato
il singolo pugno serrato alzato e ready
il mio figlio č guasto e sono ciechi andanti
non rimanga nient'altro
il vecchio ovest, il vecchio tempo
ho visto la prima pera
dal sud alla rottura del giorno
l'agonia di avere troppa alimentazione

 



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