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il cielo
la nerezza
lascilo muoversi lentamente tramite la via
alcuni giorni piů ventosi
il corpo puň limitare
era una bellezza nei giorni
riempio questa tazza
ho scagliato la mia anima all'aria come un volo del falco
quanto selvaggio, come strega-come bizzarro che la vita dovrebbe essere
sto morendo
fra il fumo e nebbia di un pomeriggio di dicembre
ho visto che hunched e rabbrividendo sulle pietre

 



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