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sad death poem

in corridoi di sonno avete vagato vicino
rumori che si sforzano strapparsi
in vostri bracci era il piacere tranquillo
amo la mia ora di vento e di luce
dolce e forte
ora
non dal mondo largo di tutto
ascolti il mare suonante
sono fevered
met di piaceri e palazzi bench possiamo vagare
molto bene, voi liberali
ho detto, io ho chiuso il mio cuore
desolato e solo

 



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