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limps con la fermata del passo doloroso
figlie di tempo
e così va
ho visto le stelle piĂą fiere
e mentre abbiamo camminato l'erba debolmente è stata mescolata
sono andati i tre, quelle sorelle rare
a volte mi domando se è realmente allineare
l'aria è piena l'alba del e la molla
la mia anima è un campo arato scuro
come mi trovo coperto dentro, selezionato dentro
per potere vedere ogni lato di ogni domanda
candele che si rovesciano obliquamente in latte del pomodoro

 



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