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death poem

dal pavimento al soffitto
siete bei e sbiaditi
ed ancora hanno camminato sopra
la mia anima va placcata nelle cose gorgeous
chi chiamerà il vento
stuff della luna
contro la fiamma verde dell'cratego-albero
sotto la luna della raccolta
glass-blower di tempo
circa ha sporto querela al padrone
il pietoso piccolo, portato, facce ridere
sto morendo
poiché ho ritenuto il senso della morte
movimento del vostro corpo è come musica

 



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