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suicide poem

sono una donna
veda, da questa falsificazione di lui
il pietoso piccolo, portato, facce ridere
addolorisi non per l'invisibile
burly, humble-ape fare un pisolino
ora che mi sono raffreddato a voi
sotto la luna della raccolta
desolato e solo
che cosa noi ora farŕ
dai prati ricchi con cereale
all'alba, ha detto
una volta questo tappeto erboso molle

 



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