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sorry poem

i poets dicono a
basamento qui dal mio lato
non brucio incenso
ora che mi sono raffreddato a voi
la sua faccia giusta e liscia e fine
i giorni endeared ad ogni MUSE
lascilo muoversi lentamente tramite la via
improvvisamente, dai sensi scuri e frondosi
la luce ritirata
la notte era nera e drear
senza sosta

 



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