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sex poem

nella sfera
per allora senza
ciò è l'arsenale
ci è una città, builded da nessuna mano
ottanta anni hanno passato e più
ho scagliato la mia anima all'aria come un volo del falco
vivo dalla riva del fiume
ho visto i archangels nel mio mela-albero la notte scorsa
questi cuori sono stati tessuti delle gioie umane e cure
i loro capelli bei
ma non posso ora leggerlo

 



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