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poiché ho ritenuto il senso della morte
in qualche luogo ho letto un racconto sconosciuto, vecchio, arrugginito
ho lanciato il mondo
il mio dispiacere, quando è qui con me
conosco non dove
splendor dolce
una foschia stava guidando giù
sono fevered
ho sentito tutto il giorno il vento
senza dubbio mi ricordo di ancora
quando le ore del giorno sono numerate
questa ciotola d'argento antica di mine

 



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