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li ho sentiti nella notte
il corpo può limitare
se esso
i giorni malinconici sono venuto
come come le stelle è questo il bianco, facce nameless
chi chiamerà il vento
ascolti
serene di pomeriggio e luminoso verdi
amavo una donna
era un oysterman giovane alto
li ha fatti mai sentono parlare
ho vinto la corsa
improvvisamente, dai sensi scuri e frondosi

 



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