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era muchas y mucho hace un año
debajo de la luna de la cosecha
mi madre me enseñó que cada noche
la nieve susurra sobre mí
ella era una belleza en los días
poco parque que paso a través
perro de la guinga y el gato del calicó
el pasar a través de las paredes amontonadas y feas
en su vuelo
sobre-habi'a preparado el acontecimiento

 



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