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non c'sono nessuna preda io dei pensieri difficili
aranci di coglitura nubian blu-neri
qui cade nessuna luce
e mentre abbiamo camminato l'erba debolmente stata mescolata
prenda i miei bracelets
indietro, giri indietro
lasci il unsaid bello di parole
come esso
in sua tenda custodita
bench repine di amore e strofinio di motivo
osservi fuori sulle stelle, il mio amore

 



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