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mescolisi
il mio figlio è guasto e sono ciechi andanti
quale si conservare
era non per quell'odore singolare
figlie di tempo
morbido come la base nella terra
braided e tessuto
ci era un momento durante gli anni precedenti
non rimanga nient'altro
alla mezzanotte

 



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