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sad death poem

ho visto con gli occhi aperti
quando, pieno di amore caldo e desideroso
una parola di volo di qui e lŕ
quando venite stasera
ho lanciato il mondo
non giri la vostra testa
questa ciotola d'argento antica di mine
la nerezza ruba le forme di tutte le regine
scattando in su, cadendo
con il tramonto
in corridoi di sonno avete vagato vicino
dio
un miglio dietro
li prevedo

 



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