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I who died wish
a thousand times in a day,
I won't be around you anymore
what's my way.

Minty eyes, you
what a good bye house,
you will know in the dark evening
that there is no other me.

I'm a man without a center,
tired, burning with thirst,
but holes in the net
that you are locked inside

“You will know in dark evening” by Franco Scataglini, poet (Ancona 1930 – Numana 1994)

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