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african american poetry

quando i mare-venti hanno perforato i nostri solitudes
li ho sentiti nella notte
siete il mio compagno
nei numeri mournful
li ho detestati
un cielo che non ha conosciuto mai il sole, la luna o le stelle
ci č una cittŕ, builded da nessuna mano
ombre alate che scopano vicino

 



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