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esprimiamo le nostre passioni piů basse
in settembre
ho detto, io ho chiuso il mio cuore
sono fevered
le tonalitŕ della notte stavano cadendo velocemente
passando tramite le pareti huddled ed ugly
perchč allora, il mosto noi vede?
perchč cosě triste mio bello?
come un uomo nudo io va
hanno gettato una pietra, voi hanno gettato una pietra
ho detto
tempesta
in qualche luogo ho letto un racconto sconosciuto, vecchio, arrugginito
in vostri bracci era il piacere tranquillo

 



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