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(II) dust

And the wind knocked

on eyelashes ajar

on that stone face honed by the sun

caressing the knobbly wrinkles

of an old drunkard stretched out

in dark lobbies of forgotten dreams.

Grinding words

was the night


breathing a sand moon

Guido Comin PoetaMatusèl

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