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broken heart poem

la figlia, l'arte di thou viene morire
dove io trovili
sono una donna
benchč sia piccolo come tutte le cose piccole
siete svegli?
mai in tutta la mia vita
fra il fumo e nebbia di un pomeriggio di dicembre
cara moglie
mentre mi sono levato in piedi ascoltare, discreetly dumb
per coprire il pensiero ardente
risiedo alla montagna della tabella
sposti la terra in tempo nuvoloso
ci era un momento durante gli anni precedenti

 



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