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baby poem

i loro capelli bei
del sole né stelle
ho visto i archangels nel mio mela-albero la notte scorsa
scuro-eyed
come mi trovo coperto dentro, selezionato dentro
ho visto che hunched e rabbrividendo sulle pietre
in sua tenda custodita
potrebbe conoscerla nella molla piů in anticipo
pensieri tramite la mia testa
nella sfera
non posso ora dirvi
siete il mio compagno
la nerezza rotola verso l'alto

 



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