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sad death poem

cara moglie
il pietoso piccolo, portato, facce ridere
dolce e forte
la neve bisbiglia circa me
all'interno della mia mano tengo
babylon -- dove vado sognare
una vita sull'onda dell'oceano
il bambino che ha gettato via il foglio dopo il foglio
perchè
felicità
alti pareti ed enorme
amo non troppo bene la mia vita, ma
per questi bracci bianchi circa il mio collo

 



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