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Loia

 




Questa vita sudicia che mi porto
Dietro appiccicosa come loia
Ha un suo peso che più non sopporto.

Come un velo infinito di noia
Che si attacca alla pelle e imbratta
Che dentro, te disperato, ingoia.

La vita che il giorno vivi maltratta
I valori eterni e storce gli amori
Tutto prende e copre insoddisfatta.

Che ti rimane alla fine? Timori
Paure delusioni e nere pulsioni
Che crescono, dilagano, in rancori.

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