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dove io trovili
per allora senza
la nerezza rotola verso l'alto
ho visto la prima pera
ci erano tre nel prato dal ruscello
un poet, prendente il freno fuori della sua linguetta
dal pavimento al soffitto
quelli sul superiore dicono che li conoscono, terra -- sono liars
per guardare tutto il giorno l'onda blu arricciarsi e rompersi
ora
sono una donna

 



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