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suicide poem

quando i mare-venti hanno perforato i nostri solitudes
in sua tenda custodita
le veritŕ terribili questi sono
la notte era nera e drear
notte mysterious
era non per quell'odore singolare
lungo le serie
tutti gli anni sfavorevoli
scattando in su, cadendo
una volta questo tappeto erboso molle

 



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