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death poetry

osservare di lŕ
quando ero si č rotto a Londra
dal profondo e l'oscuritŕ
la gradisco
ultima mezzanotte
devo dire buona notte
mi sono levato in piedi
mondo che cambia sotto la mia mano
ho visto la prima pera
quando il vento funziona contro di noi nell'oscuritŕ
il mio figlio č guasto e sono ciechi andanti
che cosa noi ora farŕ

 



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