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christmas poem

pensate, il mio ragazzo, quando metto i miei bracci intorno voi
mistero più scuro e più sconosciuto
la mia anima è un campo arato scuro
benchè sia piccolo come tutte le cose piccole
senza sosta
il fratello, sono fuoco
ci era uno strangeness sui vostri labbri

 



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