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città che non è una città
scattando in su, cadendo
bucks neri grassi in una stanza del vino-barilotto
ho entrato nel deserto perché la mia anima è athirst
eliminazione, lottante vainly
hanno avuti lui e la i ma venuto a contatto di
quando i mare-venti hanno perforato i nostri solitudes
è venuto prenderlo dalla mano
quando la notte va alla deriva lungo le vie della città
cara moglie
sopra-avevo preparato l'evento
dal mare scintillante
le vecchie canzoni

 



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