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| può questa povera psicopatica richiedere l'accesso? 

A slumber did my spirit seal; I had no human fears: She seemed a thing that could not feel The touch of earthly years.
No motion has she now, no force; She neither hears nor sees; Rolled round in earth's diurnal course, With rocks, and stones, and trees.
image @ Princess-Of-Shadows
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