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retirement poem

el banquete real fue hecho
soy cansado de ser amargo y cansado de ser sabio
cómo como las estrellas es este el blanco, las caras sin nombre
todos esos tesoros que mienten
disparando para arriba, cayendo abajo
dentro de mi mano sostengo
al revés, dé vuelta al revés

 



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