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suicide poetry

se fossi molto sicuro
mistero più scuro e più sconosciuto
la sua faccia è giusta e liscia e fine
stuff della luna
la nerezza ruba le forme di tutte le regine
gaily attraverso i campi abbiamo ballato
che cosa era esso i motori detti
basamento qui dal mio lato
limps con la fermata del passo doloroso
rose ed oro
siete svegli?
il singolo pugno serrato alzato e ready

 



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