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autumn poem

ho entrato nel deserto perché la mia anima è athirst
amo le vecchie disposizioni melodious
ciò è l'arsenale
glass-blower di tempo
un gleam di oro il gloom in e gray
dice a di buoni vecchi periodi
ultima mezzanotte
in corridoi di sonno avete vagato vicino
faccio la mia protezione, ma nessuno sa
scattando in su, cadendo
in pieno delle rotture
la gradisco
il singolo pugno serrato alzato e ready

 



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