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ero un goddess ere il marmo lo ha trovato
ho scagliato la mia anima all'aria come un volo del falco
nelle mattine nube-grige
tempesta
sono vecchio e cieco
siete chiari
quale desidero rilevare
veda che mi dò voi
in un vecchio alloggiamento si è illuminato morbidamente
serene di pomeriggio e luminoso verdi
l'agonia di avere troppa alimentazione
la luce ritirata
l'odore del è aumentato così falso, le spine così allineare
la mia madre lo ha insegnato che ogni notte

 



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