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suicide poem

al lato di un campo raso
sopra loro tutte, osservando giù
ultima mezzanotte
la mia madre twines me rose bagnate con rugiada
uccelli contro il vento di aprile
per questi bracci bianchi circa il mio collo
come come le stelle è questo il bianco, facce nameless
ottanta anni hanno passato e più
un gleam di oro il gloom in e gray
che cosa era esso i motori detti

 



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