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y va tan
tres días los oí afligirse cuando pongo absolutamente
ponemos
él habla no bien
pero alas, sueños justos
el prado se arrastraba
estaba parado
mi madre me enseñó que cada noche
soy fevered
evidenciado en la luz tenue en sus ojos
tan perdido
mientras que estaba parado escuchar, discreto mudo
los cielos que eran ashen y sobrio

 



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