Untitled (withered in the air ...) in the air
saddened
run spurious
solitary cats.
from A to funnel
the wine flows freely.
You know,
forgetting the poet
little you give.
Looking confident that the poet leaves
unearthed
war
the ax.
Marco Agus Josto
(from his diary in December '95 - nov. '99)
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