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morbidamente piangendo
all'alba, ha detto
morbidamente ora la luce del giorno
all'interno della mia mano tengo
ora che mi sono raffreddato a voi
rompiamo il vetro di cui vino sacred
dalla finestra un mare degli alberi verdi
è aumentato e l'ambra era il tramonto sul fiume
senza dubbio mi ricordo di ancora
come mi trovo coperto dentro, selezionato dentro
sopra-avevo preparato l'evento
fino alla sua finestra dell'alloggiamento
prima del san bronze solenne

 



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