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pumpkin poem

uccelli contro il vento di aprile
ho entrato nel deserto perché la mia anima è athirst
aumentato dai morti
sotto la mia finestra in una via della città
sonno, fratello grigio della morte
l'amore è stato cantato mille sensi
un cielo che non ha conosciuto mai il sole, la luna o le stelle

 



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