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sad love poem

una parola di volo di qui e lĂ 
bucks neri grassi in una stanza del vino-barilotto
due file dei cavoli
benchè sia piccolo come tutte le cose piccole
in corridoi di sonno avete vagato vicino
forse è materia che avete morto
mi levo in piedi nel tempo grigio freddo
una volta questo tappeto erboso molle
quale desidero rilevare
fra il fumo e nebbia di un pomeriggio di dicembre

 



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