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suicide poem

il mio figlio è guasto e sono ciechi andanti
quando venite stasera
in settembre
una parola di volo di qui e là
lascilo muoversi lentamente tramite la via
parla non bene
quelli sul superiore dicono che li conoscono, terra -- sono liars
nei numeri mournful
sopra il fiume beckon a me
una volta questo tappeto erboso molle
chi è il corridore nei cieli
non posso ritenere sempre il suo greatness
andato prima di noi
dalla finestra un mare degli alberi verdi

 



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