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sad death poem

li ho sentiti nella notte
bucks neri grassi in una stanza del vino-barilotto
riempio questa tazza
dai nostri posti nascosti
lungo le serie
forse è materia che avete morto
fra il fumo e nebbia di un pomeriggio di dicembre
ma non posso ora leggerlo

 



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