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mi levo in piedi nel tempo grigio freddo
appena come mie barrette su queste chiavi
aranci di coglitura nubian blu-neri
nel porto di nuovo York
a volte mi domando se č realmente allineare
senza sosta
dal sud alla rottura del giorno
la penso splendido giusto
ho visto che hunched e rabbrividendo sulle pietre
la notte era nera e drear

 



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