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sono andati i tre, quelle sorelle rare
e così va
sopra-avevo preparato l'evento
ci era uno strangeness sui vostri labbri
vado il mio senso complacently
in settembre
una penna di acciaio
non prego per pace
aranci di coglitura nubian blu-neri
era un oysterman giovane alto
scattando in su, cadendo
quel compagno sconosciuto è venuto sul mescolareare i piedi
dio

 



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