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mi sono levato in piedi
improvvisamente, dai sensi scuri e frondosi
dal pavimento al soffitto
lascili pity coloro di che sia migliore fuori che noi sono
un poet, prendente il freno fuori della sua linguetta
era un oysterman giovane alto
vi ricordate di
mi sono sentito che una principessa sicura
esistere dello swan
sposti la terra in tempo nuvoloso
in vostri bracci era il piacere tranquillo
città che non è una città

 



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