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pumpkin poem

ho vinto la corsa
e mentre abbiamo camminato l'erba debolmente è stata mescolata
sotto la mia finestra in una via della città
un cielo che non ha conosciuto mai il sole, la luna o le stelle
andato prima di noi
malinconia, azzurro era
della l'oscurità e pace nel mia base finale
in qualche luogo ho letto un racconto sconosciuto, vecchio, arrugginito
non sia falso
prima del san bronze solenne
sto morendo
calma come che seconda estate
quando i mare-venti hanno perforato i nostri solitudes

 



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