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sad love poem

el banquete real fue hecho
la agonía del tener demasiada energía
se hace el día
disparando para arriba, cayendo abajo
el dulce con el fern y se levantó
brilla la edad pasada, el siguiente con esperanza se ve
con los ojos mansos, marrones
ruidos que se esfuerzan rasgarse
a alguno los dioses gordos
ciudad que no es una ciudad
cómo es salvaje, cómo bruja-como extraño que la vida debe ser
ésos en el superior dicen que le conocen, tierra -- son mentirosos
espléndido y terrible su amor
le estoy cantando

 



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