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Iron Will, Broken I hide my emotions
Behind a painted mask
It seems nobody cares
No one even dares to ask

Behind the fraudulent smile
Lies a broken, tortured soul
Forced to suffer, violently
To pay this debt I owe

The mind of a sinner
Evil, corrupt
Knows no boundaries
As my emotions eruptIron Will, Broken in Free Verse
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A Story A Story

The angels lie still, wings primly folded
like stored bed linen sprinkled with dried rosemary.
But the angels smell of turnips and caraway.
They root in the field, gilding
their pelts with dirt, buttering their faces
with the painter's mulberry paint.
They remember the babes
the painter and his wife buried in neat rows,
plants that stopped growing.
But the angels never grow. They simply are.
They want to learn how to die.
Only with death can they have a story,
an ending, a beginning,
a significance, dense and particular.A Story in Free Verse
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Amore, sentimento nefasto Amore, sentimento nefasto, mi domando se sei cieco.
Ti manderei in culo solo per le televisive scene;
fai battere troppo il cuore forte agli amanti,
fai battere troppe campane a morto per guerre a causa tua.

Donna, uomo. Bacio, labbra. Morte. Sacrificio.
Tanto nero è l'abisso quanti caduti crei. Esisti
troppo. L'amore è cieco. Infatti centra sempre le
persone sbagliate.

Fortuna che non è il mio caso. Anima dal cuor
viaggiante d'anima solitaria.

E poi... Sacrificio? Morte? Se per
l'amata patria non è allora... Nah!Amore, sentimento nefasto in Free Verse
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