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pensate, il mio ragazzo, quando metto i miei bracci intorno voi
candele che si rovesciano obliquamente in latte del pomodoro
spesso non cos?
cane dal percalle ed il gatto del calic
rose ed oro
ma non posso ora leggerlo
prenda i miei bracelets
mi domando dove vivete
i corridoi di marmo resounding lunghi

 



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