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la mia anima va placcata nelle cose gorgeous
non ci è moltitudine, comunque guardato e teso
la nerezza ruba le forme di tutte le regine
per venire così presto a questo ha immaginato l'oscurità
candele che si rovesciano obliquamente in latte del pomodoro
ci era uno strangeness sui vostri labbri

 



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