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tre giorni li ho sentiti addolorarsi quando mi situo completamente
riempio questa tazza
e come potreste sogno della riunione
fra il fumo e nebbia di un pomeriggio di dicembre
forse è materia che avete morto
dal puntello, dal mare
le ombre delle navi
hanno avuti lui e la i ma venuto a contatto di
impaurito nient'altro, dico
sto cantando voi
aranci di coglitura nubian blu-neri

 



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