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quando i mare-venti hanno perforato i nostri solitudes
siete svegli?
persino avrebbe suo scherzo
risiedo alla montagna della tabella
limps con la fermata del passo doloroso
impaurito nient'altro, dico
fiori dei bambini
quando le ore del giorno sono numerate

 



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