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autumn poem

agito i miei capelli nel vento della mattina
il singolo pugno serrato alzato e ready
ci sono guadagni per tutte le nostre perdite
li ha fatti mai vedono un coccodrillo
questi sono
una penna di acciaio
un miglio dietro
non sia falso
amilo in fine, o se non
ascolti il mare suonante
ho avuto un sogno e mi sono svegliato con esso

 



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