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la mia madre twines me rose bagnate con rugiada
come le aquile sul high alto
la sua faccia è giusta e liscia e fine
non sia falso
stella-polvere e luce vaporous
lascili pity coloro di che sia migliore fuori che noi sono
aranci di coglitura nubian blu-neri

 



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