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suicide poetry

ci sono tre sensi in cui gli uomini prendono
morbido come la base nella terra
sopra loro tutte, osservando giù
quegli occhi neri i una volta così elogiato
quel compagno sconosciuto è venuto sul mescolareare i piedi
ora mentre i miei labbri stanno vivendo

 



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