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mother poem

tristemente parlando
morbidamente ora la luce del giorno
la donna molto ha mancato, come denominate a me, chiamata a me
la notte è scura ed i venti di inverno
così caduto
short e dolce ed abbiamo arrivato alla fine di esso
non prego per pace
è ci qualcuno là
contro la fiamma verde dell'cratego-albero
tutti dentro e tutti senza di me
debole-è traversata la canzone
prenda i miei bracelets

 



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