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halloween poem

le vecchie canzoni
li ha fatti mai sentono parlare
non eravamo molti
con di anima dei labbri colore rosso e cuore della pietra
dai nostri posti nascosti
il prato stava strisciando
riempio questa tazza
quanto selvaggio, come strega-come bizzarro che la vita dovrebbe essere
all'alba, ha detto
quando vado di nuovo a terra

 



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