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l'alba era verde mela
le verità terribili questi sono
rumori che si sforzano strapparsi
ora mentre i miei labbri stanno vivendo
sole e vento e battimento del mare
l'odore del è aumentato così falso, le spine così allineare
ho sentito tutto il giorno il vento

 



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