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dio
era un oysterman giovane alto
tempesta
siete il mio compagno
l'odore del è aumentato così falso, le spine così allineare
il corpo può limitare
nella sfera
rose ed oro
li ha fatti mai vedono un coccodrillo
sopra loro tutte, osservando giù
noi che si sono levati in piedi

 



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