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erotic poetry

nelle mattine nube-grige
sto cantando voi
ha detto
pensate, il mio ragazzo, quando metto i miei bracci intorno voi
non dal mondo largo di tutto
non ho saputo mai che la terra ha avuta così tanto oro
ombre alate che scopano vicino
indietro, giri indietro
è venuto prenderlo dalla mano
uomo freddo severo

 



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