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daughter poem

quando ero si č rotto a Londra
li ha fatti mai sentono parlare
la mia madre lo ha insegnato che ogni notte
vedrň stasera una stella
nei loro regimentals ragged
abbiamo nessuno shame?
tutti quei tesori che si trovano
questa ciotola d'argento antica di mine
pharaoh, re della terra dell'egitto
ho detto
fate sentirsi
aranci di coglitura nubian blu-neri
il fratello, sono fuoco
splendor dolce

 



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