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l'odore del è aumentato così falso, le spine così allineare
per potere vedere ogni lato di ogni domanda
benchè repine di amore e strofinio di motivo
senza sosta
benchè sia piccolo come tutte le cose piccole
siete vivi?
forse è materia che avete morto

 



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