improvising he descended into the light
and after walking to the center of the stage
he lay down on his own fragility
leaving hope alive for curiosity
and then grinding the mordant with decent making
he waited for the compassion of a new silence,
not lost,
unexpected
Marco Bo
and after walking to the center of the stage
he lay down on his own fragility
leaving hope alive for curiosity
and then grinding the mordant with decent making
he waited for the compassion of a new silence,
not lost,
unexpected
Marco Bo
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