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sad death poem

un uccello ha cantato
glass-blower di tempo
per guardare tutto il giorno l'onda blu arricciarsi e rompersi
ho visto che hunched e rabbrividendo sulle pietre
quegli occhi neri i una volta così elogiato
sotto la mia finestra in una via della città
il vecchio ovest, il vecchio tempo

 



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