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grandma poem

la musica i si č sentita con voi era piů della musica
e mentre abbiamo camminato l'erba debolmente č stata mescolata
come come le stelle č questo il bianco, facce nameless
ero un goddess ere il marmo lo ha trovato
facce belle e tragical
mondo che cambia sotto la mia mano
lungamente fa la luce solare di estate lucidare
il fratello, sono fuoco
uno sguardo č ma un raggio
č andato
questa ciotola d'argento antica di mine
aranci di coglitura nubian blu-neri
sotto la luna della raccolta

 



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