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non ho saputo mai che la terra ha avuta così tanto oro
ascolti
sopra loro tutte, osservando giù
con di anima dei labbri colore rosso e cuore della pietra
sonno dolce nelle vostre tombe humble
contro la fiamma verde dell'cratego-albero
e pane del breaketh non di più
mi levo in piedi nel tempo grigio freddo
candele che si rovesciano obliquamente in latte del pomodoro
un miglio dietro

 



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