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lui non aveva troppi pensieri quella sera, sentiva la stanchezza nelle ossa, amplificata dalla luce notturna dei lampioni, gialla e metallica. guardava un ..."
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trovami il senso dello sfiorarsi
delicato e cieco delle menti
del bisogno sottile
di dita meritevoli
del fuoco bianco
delle sue pupille ferme,
con che me..."
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