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death poem

quegli occhi neri i una volta così elogiato
scuro-eyed
desolato e solo
poiché ho ritenuto il senso della morte
la mia madre twines me rose bagnate con rugiada
sono fevered
su e giù va
piantiamo
short e dolce ed abbiamo arrivato alla fine di esso
quando i mare-venti hanno perforato i nostri solitudes
ho visto la prima pera
ci sono tre sensi in cui gli uomini prendono
qui cade nessuna luce

 



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