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broken heart poem

sotto un albero di diffusione della castagna
ciò è l'arsenale
ciò è la canzone della gioventù
all'alba, ha detto
era molte e molto un anno fa
ho visto i archangels nel mio mela-albero la notte scorsa
qui cade nessuna luce
mai in tutta la mia vita
rinnovi la visione di piacere
poiché ho ritenuto il senso della morte
perchè sono le cose che non hanno morte

 



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