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Lamento ................ ..............

In the distant forest where an owl sounds, I hear the rhyme
old ... and the call of the cuckoo. Las
! my candle is out, and I have the flame
To overcome the grief that I grieve the soul.

My loved ones are gone, one day, I do not know where to
sobering - perhaps - a half-mad world ... Leaving me alone
place beset by long hours
Who petrify the space where my dwelling burrows.

Then froze the slow swaying
From my hollyhock mourning sky!
My life has been a dream of existence

Rocked sometimes evening of immense pain,
The wave of rumors of leaves in the woods and the mist
crying where you lose the vote.

[1848-50?]

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In My Neck Rolls

I drive a Rolls driver with cloven feet damn damn damn I got the message and hated flowers on the front and rear carriage ready to flee.
I run aimlessly whips and tear consumed and destroyed in ftandard Lambaux feelings disolvent wind.
I play my role player inpennitent Always good profile but the beast is dropped the damage is considerable.
I feel need to come to show off my drawing poison from my line of black ink all is gray and black paper on your heart stabbed.
I let fall to empty my pockets of any trip, it snows on the Atlas you think? In


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The heart walk and one day off. Lying on the road

body oozes and everything disappears

carrion fed other lives. Decidedly

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In my neck I have the audacity displayed as trace
Poppy well drawn in the format of his lips
then stay that way, to protect the jewel of this gift
now I'm going crazy I finished
nothing at all I can hope again
I look ready to burn
resurrect my body livid
I let myself pick
finally fade ... his hands

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Labour

wire stretched itself from such a thread of silk
guts, nothing is seen oozing from tiny traces
emotions
shoot springs from my body and grows
that barely worn screams of joy
and here is all me, everything is there.
From these bare hands to climb the pyre
well ordered me to throw the wood
voiceless memory without remembrance of wounds
and children escaped
open door of my life cornfield
there are only plowing
and any rework.
tractor drags the words
not work in a world
head up all sloppy and stupid
seed burial ground
fragile looking like a potted plant
the world will be beautiful once
seul'ment eyes closed.

Yet the world moves, resistance and discontent
and streets, with others we are not afraid of anything or anyone
and scope of possibilities is vast, so vast, so tomorrow may be eyes that open? "