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fra il fumo e nebbia di un pomeriggio di dicembre
ho guardato sul cielo glorious
i poets dicono a
behold me, in miei chiffon, garza e canutiglia
la nerezza rotola verso l'alto
quando ho esaminato i vostri occhi
dal pavimento al soffitto
ha scoppiato il vino feroce
dato che, se faceste una pausa oggi il mio lato
sposti la terra in tempo nuvoloso
le stelle sono caduto da cielo
per questi bracci bianchi circa il mio collo
possono comunicare di amore in un cottage
era non per quell'odore singolare

 



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