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il prato stava strisciando
il singolo pugno serrato alzato e ready
ero un goddess ere il marmo lo ha trovato
tutti si acquietano lungo il potomac
è spesso non così?
sedendosi nel suo attuatore che aspetta il vostro tè
per guardare tutto il giorno l'onda blu arricciarsi e rompersi
il bambino che ha gettato via il foglio dopo il foglio
ottanta anni hanno passato e più
il lampo ha esposto a flash ed ha alzato

 



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