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Dec 2011
He taught me
to find love in the fruit of the sea.
In the flesh of mussels,
spread open,
before ******* them down.

He taught me
to find love on a fruit tree.
in a split open fresh fig.
with sweet juices.

He's the oldest feather,
but my father's father,

Could find love
in the tears of his eldest son.
Alessio Tummolillo
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Alessio Tummolillo
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