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parole da studiare

I wonder sometimes

If I’m uh

Bed of thorns

A predator parading

Rotting wood

Suckling from

My mothers wirey form

So incapacitated, elevated

Still negated, excalative, innovative

Meanwhile my father

Shoots the gun

And I grow up in powder smoke

And no one knows me, no one knows

No one knows me

No one knows

Umbilical in suede, killed of milk

And still un-paid

Wounds of fraud and filth

That fade between my lips

That spill and crave’n

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