"I'm afraid of everything around me
>> The ship has run aground in the gardens
>> the few leaves of my poems for a teacher who will always live life in
>> vito
>> to friends only solos, odd cats
>> carelessness and idleness
>> parodies
sitters in portraits>> of a young girl heroine of anything
>> (oh nostalgia of nothing hast blessed with joy and not run to me do not run from me like the clouds
your face is a swarm of brambles!
>> I wrote that day when I met the sister of porridge rose francesca)
>>
>> All around me I'm afraid I also
>> commas silences. That night I cried the sister of help,
smashing the>> cost!
>> that I drank as a tea or tea
>> Castor oil amaranth memoria.Tutto swallowed in fear me tutto.Ma
>> I see the Azores brilluccicose under my decoltè.Vivo.
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