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love poem quote

di ci non era mai un suono al lato il legno ma uno
l'aria è piena l'alba del e la molla
ho scagliato la mia anima all'aria come un volo del falco
in settembre
le tonalità della notte stavano cadendo velocemente
bucks neri grassi in una stanza del vino-barilotto
perchè sono le cose che non hanno morte
uno sguardo è ma un raggio

 



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