Ataraxia marcia cerimoniale

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Evergreen panic rose
Obliquity the lights of death found me
I was a little scattered beauty under the mucilage
Wanting some gods,
Besides all the prayers, Pan and Cybele
Hey, I say that the traveler should deign ?
Hello, to deign ?
I hide the sacred in the memory and the crimson in the vigil trembling
Hey viator, to deign ?
Mara Paltrinieri

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