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quando ho rinviato al tramonto
l'alba era verde mela
alla mezzanotte
questa ciotola d'argento antica di mine
esprimiamo le nostre passioni più basse
fino alla sua finestra dell'alloggiamento
li ha fatti mai vedono un coccodrillo
il bambino che ha gettato via il foglio dopo il foglio
un miglio dietro
dio
limps con la fermata del passo doloroso
il padrone dei destini umani sono io

 



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