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daughter poem

all'alba, ha detto
sono vecchio e cieco
li ho detestati
le tonalitŕ della notte stavano cadendo velocemente
benchč repine di amore e strofinio di motivo
piantiamo
non dal mondo largo di tutto
cane dal percalle ed il gatto del calicň
dalla finestra un mare degli alberi verdi
all'interno di questa tomba umile un conqueror si trova
ma non posso ora leggerlo

 



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