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pensate, il mio ragazzo, quando metto i miei bracci intorno voi
due file dei cavoli
ascolti
era non per quell'odore singolare
passando tramite le pareti huddled ed ugly
semplicemente parlando
fiore bianco della gomma piuma, fiore rosso della fiamma
cane dal percalle ed il gatto del calicò
morbidamente ora la luce del giorno
come livellare cade

 



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