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friend poem

no hay multitud, no obstante está mirado y tendido
pienso a menudo en la ciudad hermosa
en pasillos del sueño usted vagó cerca
cortocircuito y dulce, y hemos venido al extremo de él
hombre frío severo
llevo a cabo su corazón
ésta es la nave de la perla
y con el pájaro del tarareo
materia de la luna
la mujer faltó mucho, cómo usted llama a mí, llamada a mí
es usted vivo?
bucks negros gordos en un cuarto del vino-barril

 



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