I'm so lost in the Twilight,
Orange for the sky
and a Purple-blue for midnight.
In this dream of my
I see Black on people,
now I'm closed in this "I might";
only, only, only trouble
because Green is gone
hatched, they're double.
Listen to this moan
and taste this ocean
of White, fresh bones.
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Aprosìa
PoésieLa brutale privazione della prosa, il totale abbandono della normalità.
