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dark poetry

no éramos muchos
nunca sabía que la tierra tenía tanto oro
los hice una oferta todo el adiós
a alguno los dioses gordos
no dé vuelta a su cabeza
cuando usted viene esta noche
nunca había un sonido al lado de la madera pero de una
una vez este césped suave
voluntad usted brilla tenuemente en el mar?
sueño dulce en sus sepulcros humildes

 



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