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plantemos
de nuestros lugares ocultados
él vino tomarme por la mano
ahora que me he refrescado a usted
dígame no
bucks negros gordos en un cuarto del vino-barril
sobre el río, en la colina
solitario y solitario
sol y viento y golpe del mar
los cielos que eran ashen y sobrio
el olor del se levantó tan falso, las espinas tan verdades
debajo de mi ventana en una calle de la ciudad

 



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