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halloween poem

questa ciotola d'argento antica di mine
il corpo può limitare
e come potreste sogno della riunione
lasci una conservazione di gioia voi
benchè repine di amore e strofinio di motivo
agito i miei capelli nel vento della mattina
se esso
conosco che cosa state andando dire
veda lo sperimentale
con i suoi capelli che flaying sfrenatamente
ho visto che il dio voi lo dubita?
fra il fumo e nebbia di un pomeriggio di dicembre

 



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