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Se Ti Tappano La Bocca

… Tic toc… Tic toc… Tic toc… Tic toc… … È questione di poco. … Tic toc… Tic toc… Tic toc… Tic… … Termina il ticchettio. Il mio. Il Vostro. … Le forbici tagliano. E dopo tanto tempo, le mie parole sanguinano. … Non posso più tenerla chiusa; provino a tapparmi la bocca: LI UCCIDERÒ CON LE MIE URLA!!! …

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