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di ci non era mai un suono al lato il legno ma uno
riempio questa tazza
braided e tessuto
perchč sono le cose che non hanno morte
lucida l'ultima etŕ, il seguente con speranza č visto
forse
non rimanga nient'altro
ad alcuno i dii grassi
dice a di buoni vecchi periodi
non sia arrabbiato con me
la mia madre lo ha insegnato che ogni notte
faccia i ragazzi e le ragazze ancora vanno
un cielo che non ha conosciuto mai il sole, la luna o le stelle

 



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