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la mia madre lo ha insegnato che ogni notte
non rimanga nient'altro
una penna di acciaio
lascili pity coloro di che sia migliore fuori che noi sono
una tempesta sta guidando sulla marea
hanno avuti lui e la i ma venuto a contatto di
ci sono tre sensi in cui gli uomini prendono
perchč cosě triste mio bello?
ed ancora hanno camminato sopra
andato prima di noi
aranci di coglitura nubian blu-neri
truely

 



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