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sad death poem

il cielo
non c'sono nessuna preda io dei pensieri difficili
la luna aumentante ha nascosto le stelle
improvvisamente, dai sensi scuri e frondosi
quando ho esaminato i vostri occhi
ho detto
mai in tutta la mia vita
per allora senza
ora
l'aria è piena l'alba del e la molla
rinnovi la visione di piacere
nella sfera
il più triste dell'anno

 



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