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ciò è l'arsenale
movimento del vostro corpo è come musica
ho lanciato il mondo
ottanta anni hanno passato e più
addolorisi non per l'invisibile
non sia arrabbiato con me
mai in tutta la mia vita
del sole né stelle
le verità terribili questi sono
è spesso non così?
sono fevered
siete svegli?

 



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