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Mar 2012
her beauty, I was doomed
until the time

soon as I
paved my foundation
tre metri sopra il cielo
three meters above the sky

asked her to bring something
sharp

to chisel her in stone

was not a knife, but her wit,
as she said,
and something else
hidden in her
sockets
Daniello
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