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poem for pastors

a volte mi domando se è realmente allineare
la mia madre lo ha insegnato che ogni notte
chi chiamerà il vento
mescolisi
hanno gettato una pietra, voi hanno gettato una pietra
mentre mi sono levato in piedi ascoltare, discreetly dumb
migliori che il granito
se lo slayer rosso pensa slays
tristemente parlando
forse è materia che avete morto
sole e vento e battimento del mare
mi sono levato in piedi
andato prima di noi

 



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