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in sua tenda custodita
la figlia, l'arte di thou viene morire
nelle mattine nube-grige
non brucio incenso
ma alas, sogni giusti
come lui di chi spirito nella fiammata del mezzogiorno
in qualche luogo ho letto un racconto sconosciuto, vecchio, arrugginito
rompiamo il vetro di cui vino sacred
lungo una riva del fiume
circa ha sporto querela al padrone
dal profondo e l'oscuritŕ

 



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