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en sus brazos estaba el placer inmóvil
hice una pausa el marco abierto
paredes y enorme altos
ella debe ir detrás, ella dijo
porqué lo haga
ayer por la noche la Luna Llena puso un paño del blanco
era no para ese olor singular
ahora que me he refrescado a usted
en la tierra silenciosa
quizás no es ninguna materia que usted murió
sombras coas alas que barren cerca
hay una ciudad, builded por ninguna mano
soy el viento que duda

 



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