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la mia madre lo ha insegnato che ogni notte
sopra-avevo preparato l'evento
il singolo pugno serrato alzato e ready
il mio figlio č guasto e sono ciechi andanti
sotto la luna della raccolta
come mi trovo coperto dentro, selezionato dentro
e mentre abbiamo camminato l'erba debolmente č stata mescolata
il dolce con il fern ed č aumentato
vivo dalla riva del fiume
fra il fumo e nebbia di un pomeriggio di dicembre
fiori dei bambini
č allineare che dite che i dii sono piů uso a voi che i fairies
quando i mare-venti hanno perforato i nostri solitudes
oscillato nella culla del profondo

 



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