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suicide poem

siete il mio compagno
sonno dolce nelle vostre tombe humble
non giri la vostra testa
la gradisco
nella sfera
contro la fiamma verde dell'cratego-albero
amo rubare per un po'via
non brucio incenso
benchè sia piccolo come tutte le cose piccole
il singolo pugno serrato alzato e ready

 



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