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wedding poem

quando i mare-venti hanno perforato i nostri solitudes
sono fevered
l'odore del č aumentato cosě falso, le spine cosě allineare
l'alba era verde mela
amo la mia ora di vento e di luce
vivo dalla riva del fiume
siete bei e sbiaditi
faccio la mia protezione, ma nessuno sa
dicami non
i cieli che erano ashen e sobrio
le preghiere bianche piccole

 



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