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quindi non posso
quando i mare-venti hanno perforato i nostri solitudes
veda lo sperimentale
ho visto la prima pera
tristemente parlando
mistero più scuro e più sconosciuto
l'aria è piena l'alba del e la molla
dal sud alla rottura del giorno
desolato e solo
persino avrebbe suo scherzo
potremmo ma sapere
con di anima dei labbri colore rosso e cuore della pietra

 



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