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christmas poem

dai nostri posti nascosti
conosco che cosa state andando dire
ho avuto un sogno e mi sono svegliato con esso
una volta questo tappeto erboso molle
vivo dalla riva del fiume
la nerezza rotola verso l'alto
ascolti il mare suonante
ci sono tre sensi in cui gli uomini prendono

 



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