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rompemos el cristal que vino sagrado
ámeme en el último, o si usted no
estoy muriendo
para estos brazos blancos sobre mi cuello
bucks negros gordos en un cuarto del vino-barril
las sombras ponen a lo largo de broadway
con la puesta del sol
los cielos que eran ashen y sobrio

 



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