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sympathy poem

in un vecchio alloggiamento si è illuminato morbidamente
era un oysterman giovane alto
forse
ascolti il mare suonante
la donna molto ha mancato, come denominate a me, chiamata a me
candele che si rovesciano obliquamente in latte del pomodoro
città che non è una città
non eravamo molti
amo la mia ora di vento e di luce
li prevedo
morbidamente piangendo

 



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