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l'agonia di avere troppa alimentazione
nel porto di nuovo York
non eravamo molti
un poet, prendente il freno fuori della sua linguetta
i poets dicono a
ora che mi sono raffreddato a voi
le navi stanno trovandosi nella baia
amo rubare per un po'via
la mia madre twines me rose bagnate con rugiada
veda, da questa falsificazione di lui
uomo freddo severo
ha detto

 



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