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son poem

la nerezza ruba le forme di tutte le regine
rose ed oro
esprimiamo le nostre passioni piů basse
quando ho rinviato al tramonto
che cosa era esso i motori detti
non brucio incenso
era molte e molto un anno fa
dio
le veritŕ terribili questi sono
fiore bianco della gomma piuma, fiore rosso della fiamma
riassunto su una notte di volo

 



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