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death poetry

ora mentre i miei labbri stanno vivendo
non giri la vostra testa
mille anni silenziosi fa
non ci fuga dal fiume
forse materia che avete morto
veda, da questa falsificazione di lui
fiore bianco della gomma piuma, fiore rosso della fiamma
ci un paese in pieno di vino

 



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