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flores de bebés
un pequeño melocotón en la huerta creció
debajo de un árbol de la castaña que se separa
reservado, con reverance, en temor
mire detrás con los ojos longing y sepa que seguiré
pueden hablar de amor en una cabaña
tengo que decir buonas noches
flor blanca de la espuma, flor roja de la llama
tenemos ninguna vergüenza?
estoy viejo y oculto

 



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