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This Fog will Enter...
This fog will enter, dim soul's declaration, in your castle
All whispers, also hopes, one-dimensionally effaced
As if whiffs of supple, distinctive streams mist's subtle
caressing touch, envious, dominant, memory erased
A shadow was whatever you have always loved, thus
non-answered, of drought one-word surmised screams
this time arrived for internal beings, behave, surpass
wounds! Asternal formal kind words, rubbed-out wicks
You expected of this fire to be extinguished, matter of wilt
A whiff! For every entity of yours to whir! A senses' drift
Your time-falsity of a buckling grine. Of my bugle blare
As if a buffoon external spirit killed my eyes in your stare
This fog will enter in your soul's castle from everywhere
poem
by
Giorgio Veneto
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