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poem for dad

che cosa noi ora farà
tranquillamente, con il reverance, nel awe
il fratello, sono fuoco
disprezzo i miei amici più di voi
le verità terribili questi sono
ma non posso ora leggerlo
vedo tutti gli spiriti umani
addolorisi non per l'invisibile
questa ciotola d'argento antica di mine
cane dal percalle ed il gatto del calicò
ci è uno che quella i amava una volta così tanto
aranci di coglitura nubian blu-neri
sto morendo
morbido come la base nella terra

 



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