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domenica 4 marzo 2007

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tell me, what kind of shape will we have
behind the memories of this house that swallows
all of our things leaves are slashing out;

we'll have little to say with our eyes,

with the length of the lash line that elsewhere

leaves behind and peers our smell.

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