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halloween poem

ora che mi sono raffreddato a voi
sole e vento e battimento del mare
sotto il timone del guerriero
dal puntello, dal mare
in corridoi di sonno avete vagato vicino
parla non bene
come esso
mille anni silenziosi fa
non ho saputo mai che la terra ha avuta così tanto oro
alcuni giorni più ventosi
i giorni hypocritic
dal ponticello rude
pensate, il mio ragazzo, quando metto i miei bracci intorno voi

 



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