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sad death poem

ad alcuno i dii grassi
il giorno č fatto
e come potreste sogno della riunione
il singolo pugno serrato alzato e ready
se muoio, pensi soltanto questo me
un cielo che non ha conosciuto mai il sole, la luna o le stelle
perchč
per questi bracci bianchi circa il mio collo
travails della terra
in settembre
ho visto la prima pera

 



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