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fall poem

non dal mondo largo di tutto
il fratello, sono fuoco
forse č materia che avete morto
ho vinto la corsa
fate sentirsi
conosco non dove
che cosa noi ora farŕ
pensate, il mio ragazzo, quando metto i miei bracci intorno voi
nella sfera
bucks neri grassi in una stanza del vino-barilotto
babylon -- dove vado sognare
ora
uno sguardo č ma un raggio

 



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