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wedding poem

la noche era negra y drear
escuche el mar del sonido
déjeme moverse lentamente a través de la calle
los cielos que eran ashen y sobrio
se van los tres, esas hermanas raras
dije
bucks negros gordos en un cuarto del vino-barril
contra la llama verde del espino-a'rbol
en septiembre

 



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