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tutti si acquietano lungo il potomac
che cosa era esso i motori detti
i nostri momenti piacevoli volano
ha incurvato l'inondazione
sedendosi nel suo attuatore che aspetta il vostro tè
la mia madre lo ha insegnato che ogni notte
tranquillamente, con il reverance, nel awe
in possa
i corridoi di marmo resounding lunghi
lungo le serie
dal pavimento al soffitto
il mio figlio è guasto e sono ciechi andanti
ascolti il mare suonante
il fratello, sono fuoco

 



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