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grandma poem

tutti quei tesori che si trovano
come lui di chi spirito nella fiammata del mezzogiorno
le tonalitŕ della notte stavano cadendo velocemente
osservare di lŕ
non brucio incenso
in tutte le cose non parlate di
il pietoso piccolo, portato, facce ridere
tempesta
truely
come mi trovo coperto dentro, selezionato dentro

 



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