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sad love poem

nunca había un sonido al lado de la madera pero de una
este tazón de fuente de plata antiguo el míos
el solo puño apretado levantado y alista
nobleza de la muerte otra vez
usted es mi compañero
ido antes de nosotros
si muero, piense solamente esto en mí

 



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