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nelle mattine nube-grige
lascilo muoversi lentamente tramite la via
braided e tessuto
oscillato nella culla del profondo
una penna di acciaio
sono vecchio e cieco
ombre alate che scopano vicino
se muoio, pensi soltanto questo me
ho lanciato il mondo
come come le stelle è questo il bianco, facce nameless
non sia arrabbiato con me

 



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