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love poem

quando i mare-venti hanno perforato i nostri solitudes
stuff della luna
il cielo
lasci il unsaid bello di parole
amavo una donna
di ci non era mai un suono al lato il legno ma uno
se muoio, pensi soltanto questo me
chi chiamerà il vento

 



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