My moribund marine
ginoflesso identity broken hip, the blade passed
dumb language, my native
ready to stop, abject bristle ogre,
Moricca beggar, peasant
physically extinct.
A secure memory,
your left hand out of the earth, so as to meet up afterwards,
coming to dig up, gathering up as a florin to
never withered. Today
porcume the wild fills her mouth with our blackberries, dig Terrigno
distracted with the lip. Views
few
your fingers ignored, including strawberries and bedridden terracrepolo,
to exhume the body tend
Cervieri cry.
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