Meth Sambiase Poems

Nuda, non ci sono maschere,
assi bucate, veli da indossare.
Ha lo spray che luccica
d'oro e di gommalacca sui muri,
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It restores to health the you look for in the water
when she continuous to go out in winter.
She has sfarinato the feet in the ice to warm up,
in a flow of bad mood they play again her the annoyed roses in the fountain.
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Yuko mi ha regalato un cigno
rosa, con ali di punta
e un rigido collo di carta.
Per la lunga vita,
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Hidden
I have been out of the world upsetting me
as a twisted float of wonder
but the voice it was a grimace that made somersaults
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We were and we will be
tied up to lead circle and of copper,
immodest sparks,
bring the signs of it
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From days they count.
They put on the numbers to skill
strong as the ropes of the hung under the pitchforks,
more in low of the caves of the moles as wreck of gypsy,
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Tallpeak
rock of seeds baccanti
I have cries too much on the furrows
of the drought of men
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A plate.
If I have not seen yourself
with these eyes bicycle
in love
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Unbeliever
she tried to scrape
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Unbeliever
tried to scrape
as a porcupine
she casts after flake
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