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happy birthday poem

sono vecchio e cieco
rumori che si sforzano strapparsi
con di anima dei labbri colore rosso e cuore della pietra
dal pavimento al soffitto
uomo freddo severo
le navi stanno trovandosi nella baia
fra le montagne ho vagato
poco cancello č stato raggiunto in fine
sono una donna
ultima mezzanotte
sto morendo
dialo
non si addolori che finito

 



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