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break up poem

il mio figlio è guasto e sono ciechi andanti
i drowses pallidi di giorno sull'occidentale bagnano
sto morendo
sposti la terra in tempo nuvoloso
lo ho visto una volta prima
quando, pieno di amore caldo e desideroso
sopra-avevo preparato l'evento
così perso
un miglio dietro
conosco non dove
come mi trovo coperto dentro, selezionato dentro
sotto la mia finestra in una via della città
rumori che si sforzano strapparsi

 



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