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suicide poetry

dialo
forse è materia che avete morto
vado il mio senso complacently
amavo una donna
conosce un rilascio poco costoso
sopra i tetti corra le ombre delle nubi
la nerezza ruba le forme di tutte le regine
tutti dentro e tutti senza di me
che cosa noi ora farà
pensate, il mio ragazzo, quando metto i miei bracci intorno voi
ho fatto una pausa la stoffa per tendine aperta
gaily attraverso i campi abbiamo ballato
vivo dalla riva del fiume
ma non posso ora leggerlo

 



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