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The letter

I wrote laid copper.
same ink
I wanted to sink, while you
, quiet, read words penned
unnecessary.

Use only the bare essence of things,
remove the chaff from the seeds infertile. Use words and happy
fierce, wild
phrases composed of sounds and deep atavistic
, such as screws,
that nailed the coffin of the good.

A funeral at sea you do,
while burning pyre elapsed time.
that you can not rise again, oh holy
judging my nostalgia
that on this evening as the clouds cover the stars and serene
confuses us the goal,
horoscope, destiny and the street. We

cards dealt at random, but
end strategy is to play,
scappottare up to the counter with
cents to give to Charon
has already tied his hands at the helm,
against the night and the end.