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sceso all'alba dalle colline windless
dal sud alla rottura del giorno
la pioggia finito e l'aria brillante
lungo le serie
ero un goddess ere il marmo lo ha trovato
con il tramonto
ad alcuno i dii grassi
possono comunicare di amore in un cottage
sole e vento e battimento del mare
che cosa era esso i motori detti
questa ciotola d'argento antica di mine

 



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