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erotic poem

sto morendo
ci era uno strangeness sui vostri labbri
ha detto
non brucio incenso
quando un atto è fatto per la libertà
al lover appassionato
quando le ore del giorno sono numerate
la mia madre lo ha insegnato che ogni notte
il pietoso piccolo, portato, facce ridere
era non per quell'odore singolare
come mi trovo coperto dentro, selezionato dentro
abbiamo nessuno shame?

 



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