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life poem

ci è una città, builded da nessuna mano
rose ed oro
che cosa era esso i motori detti
le tonalità della notte stavano cadendo velocemente
sotto la mia finestra in una via della città
penso spesso alla città bella
quanto selvaggio, come strega-come bizzarro che la vita dovrebbe essere
ho fatto una pausa la stoffa per tendine aperta
al lato di un campo raso

 



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