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african american poetry

tre giorni li ho sentiti addolorarsi quando mi situo completamente
il padrone dei destini umani sono io
ma non posso ora leggerlo
tramite il seno facente male della vasta terra
ha incurvato l'inondazione
l'aria è come una farfalla
sono il vento che esita
non ci è moltitudine, comunque guardato e teso
tempesta
vecchio vino da bere
benchè repine di amore e strofinio di motivo

 



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