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la sua faccia è giusta e liscia e fine
riempio questa tazza
la mia madre lo ha insegnato che ogni notte
come mi trovo coperto dentro, selezionato dentro
sono una donna
figlie di tempo
sono stancare di essere amaro e stancare di essere saggio
mescolisi
vado il mio senso complacently
le tonalità della notte stavano cadendo velocemente
lungamente fa la luce solare di estate lucidare


 



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