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Dec 2015
Dear old year,
you are leaving us.
It seems that even the time
here has to die
and I am not counting the minutes
that separate me from the new year
but those that still remain for me
to spend with you.

31.12.'14
Gianfranco Aurilio
Written by
Gianfranco Aurilio  Italy
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