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mi sono sentito che una principessa sicura
braided e tessuto
il pietoso piccolo, portato, facce ridere
fino alla sua finestra dell'alloggiamento
nella terra silenziosa
nei numeri mournful
ma non posso ora leggerlo
sposti la terra in tempo nuvoloso
forse
in pieno delle rotture

 



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