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non prego per pace
una foschia stava guidando giù
quando i mare-venti hanno perforato i nostri solitudes
poco parco che attraverso
fiore bianco della gomma piuma, fiore rosso della fiamma
mi sono sentito che una principessa sicura
ci era un momento durante gli anni precedenti
forse
ci sono tre sensi in cui gli uomini prendono
siete chiari
la donna molto ha mancato, come denominate a me, chiamata a me
poiché ho ritenuto il senso della morte

 



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