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anniversary poem

ho detto
nelle mattine nube-grige
come mi trovo coperto dentro, selezionato dentro
le stelle sono caduto da cielo
ci erano tre nel prato dal ruscello
passato inesorabile di thou
la signora, il vostro cuore si č girata verso polvere
per questi bracci bianchi circa il mio collo
candele che si rovesciano obliquamente in latte del pomodoro
nei numeri mournful
dove io trovili
mescolisi


 



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