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suicide poetry

perchè sono le cose che non hanno morte
in qualche luogo ho letto un racconto sconosciuto, vecchio, arrugginito
quando venite stasera
non sia falso
sopra-avevo preparato l'evento
tre giorni li ho sentiti addolorarsi quando mi situo completamente
qui cade nessuna luce
l'aria è piena l'alba del e la molla
vado il mio senso complacently
nella terra silenziosa
i giorni hypocritic

 



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