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 Jul 2016
Lucrezia M N
How is it? That leaves
over another night
are not to last,
but to survive the frost,
and the traffic lights flood,
of slow and fast temper,
Is the closest to fuel
the red-blooded marrow breathes.
To be continued... or better, the other things I have to say, that at first I wanted to put in one write, need a little longer incubation...

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