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li ho sentiti nella notte
è spesso non così?
movimento del vostro corpo è come musica
serene di pomeriggio e luminoso verdi
un poet, prendente il freno fuori della sua linguetta
le navi stanno trovandosi nella baia
non ho saputo mai che la terra ha avuta così tanto oro
oscillato nella culla del profondo
era una bellezza nei giorni
aumentato dai morti
la sua faccia è giusta e liscia e fine
e mentre abbiamo camminato l'erba debolmente è stata mescolata
ultima mezzanotte

 



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