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retirement poem

era l'autunno dell'anno
il mio figlio è guasto e sono ciechi andanti
dio
ora che mi sono raffreddato a voi
a volte mi domando se è realmente allineare
osservare di là
ho visto i archangels nel mio mela-albero la notte scorsa
abbiamo nessuno shame?
ci situiamo
le stelle sono caduto da cielo
senza dubbio mi ricordo di ancora
li ho sentiti nella notte
la donna molto ha mancato, come denominate a me, chiamata a me

 



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