[until we can not win] because I can never finish a book even of those who tell me to read. there are no fathers in the city domesticity. the "wonderful right to ' internalization. but without knowing to say. without the words heated inertia of memory. never forgiven. without the tragic memory of a surplus of time in three years. I'd like to meet by chance. and I do not say more for the event. with lowly operations in the open. enhanced with the removal. inside you do not stay afloat. and I just ignore le discariche. dentro quel pezzo di cenere e il tuo viso sciolto dietro la finestra spenta. dentro quella frase
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