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ci è uno che quella i amava una volta così tanto
stella-polvere e luce vaporous
morbido come la base nella terra
ho visto la prima pera
come un uomo nudo io va
il mio figlio è guasto e sono ciechi andanti
l'odore del è aumentato così falso, le spine così allineare
il pietoso piccolo, portato, facce ridere
non giri la vostra testa
e così va

 



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