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sorry poem

ha sentito i bambini giocare al sole
se avessi saputo lo stretto una prigione è amore
le stelle sono caduto da cielo
fate non sentirsi
ho lanciato il mondo
agito i miei capelli nel vento della mattina
questa ciotola d'argento antica di mine
nel vostro volo
come lui di chi spirito nella fiammata del mezzogiorno

 



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