Innsmouth,
my loved native land,
where we swam
sleepy in
torbid puddles
and croaked
at the moon
our torment
of bastards,
half animals
and half men,
and yet more great
than all other races
of universe.
I have written this my poetry in Italian language, therefore its translation in English language could have minor "Vis Poetica".
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