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il mio figlio è guasto e sono ciechi andanti
il corpo può limitare
poiché ho ritenuto il senso della morte
provato nel glimmer nei vostri occhi
ombre alate che scopano vicino
sono fevered
all'interno della mia mano tengo

 



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