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sono fevered
ci sono tre sensi in cui gli uomini prendono
quell'anno
in tutte le cose non parlate di
città che non è una città
veda, da questa falsificazione di lui
qui si trova una signora la più bella
dio
per questi bracci bianchi circa il mio collo
la notte era nera e drear
ha sentito i bambini giocare al sole

 



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