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suicide poem

hace usted oír
disparando para arriba, cayendo abajo
he oído que cierta princesa
bucks negros gordos en un cuarto del vino-barril
felicidad
el merriment sin fin, absurdo de estrellas
amigo, que sonrisa ha venido ser
las cortinas de la noche caían rápidamente
claro de luna profundo y blando
una tormenta está montando en la marea
simplemente hablando
ella sabe un lanzamiento barato
cuando las horas del día se numeran
mi madre me enseñó que cada noche

 



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