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| ero indeciso con gli "gli mangerei tutti i giorni la merenda" ma visto che sei a dieta buzzonico metto "gli trincerei le mani"! Red as blood, as white as the bones, red, as the solitude, as white as the silence, red, as the nerves of the wild, as white as the heart of a god, red, as the hatred that gushes sciogliendoti, as white as the pain that you agghiaccia, red as the shadow that devours the night, as a sigh that close the Moon shines in white, turn off of red.
Your shadow underhand, as a needle poisoned without goal, sews my way... your light balenante, as a lightning strikes piezometric tower, truncate the source of my life.
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