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Sonnets Of The Blood Vii

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This message hastens lest we both go down
Scattered, with no character, to death;
Death is untutored, with an ignorant frown
For precious identities of breath.
But you perhaps will say confusion stood,
A vulture, near the heart of all our kin:
I've heard the echoes in a dark tangled wood
Yet never saw I a face peering within.
These evils being anonymities,
We fulminate, in exile from the earth,

Aged exclusions of blood memories-
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Fabrizio Frosini 08 November 2015

''Sonnets Of The Blood Vii'': the same poem in two different pages............................

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