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behold me, in miei chiffon, garza e canutiglia
questi sono
ci situiamo
abbiamo nessuno shame?
ora mentre i miei labbri stanno vivendo
su e gił va
un cielo che non ha conosciuto mai il sole, la luna o le stelle
la nerezza ruba le forme di tutte le regine

 



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