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la hija, arte del thou viene morir
todos tragan los años
no éramos muchos
en pueda
la medianoche pasada
como miento cubierto adentro, defendido adentro
para mí era concejal gaunt, grave
el sentarse en su eje de balancín que espera su té

 



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