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baby poem

il prato stava strisciando
deve andare indietro, ha detto
la neve bisbiglia circa me
una tempesta sta guidando sulla marea
sonno dolce nelle vostre tombe humble
perchè
che cosa era esso i motori detti
era non per quell'odore singolare
lo ho visto una volta prima
questi sono
mi sono sentito che una principessa sicura
aranci di coglitura nubian blu-neri

 



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