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città che non è una città
alla mezzanotte
cammino giù i percorsi del giardino
gloom
ho detto
il fratello, sono fuoco
perchè
il mio figlio è guasto e sono ciechi andanti
mi sono levato in piedi
il pietoso piccolo, portato, facce ridere
il prato stava strisciando
sotto la mia finestra in una via della città
qui cade nessuna luce
persino avrebbe suo scherzo

 



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