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i miss you poem

ma alas, sogni giusti
fiori dei bambini
la sua faccia è giusta e liscia e fine
siete vivi?
del sole né stelle
da me indegno e sconosciuto
due file dei cavoli
forse è materia che avete morto
all'interno della mia mano tengo
quegli occhi neri i una volta così elogiato
il sole è in su
la nerezza ruba le forme di tutte le regine
il mio amore allineare dal suo cuscino è aumentato

 



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