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autumn poem

una volta questo tappeto erboso molle
dal pavimento al soffitto
indietro, giri indietro
siete il mio compagno
amo non troppo bene la mia vita, ma
poiché ho ritenuto il senso della morte
ho visto con gli occhi aperti
ho lanciato il mondo
in tutte le cose non parlate di
il dolce con il fern ed č aumentato

 



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