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fra il fumo e nebbia di un pomeriggio di dicembre
amilo in fine, o se non
impaurito nient'altro, dico
come mi trovo coperto dentro, selezionato dentro
quando ho rinviato al tramonto
ci sono tre sensi in cui gli uomini prendono
agito i miei capelli nel vento della mattina
il bambino che ha gettato via il foglio dopo il foglio

 



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