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21 DELLI FUMI DELLE CITTÀ —a rain that begins with the first letter of your name a square, then a mass of squares —a eulogy with fingers in the softest sand, the fingers just shy of you, me —Before this house of female rain took in traces of smoke and pieces of city. —Before you take the shutter you taste the heritage of her lips, name the wideness. —You and this in any city but ours, you and this —or orpheus rearranging what would carry us in the name of dark fog. ...

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