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christmas poem

aumentato dai morti
glass-blower di tempo
la mia madre lo ha insegnato che ogni notte
è aumentato e l'ambra era il tramonto sul fiume
con il tramonto
abbiamo nessuno shame?
non rimanga nient'altro
la mia anima va placcata nelle cose gorgeous
in sua tenda custodita

 



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