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gothic poetry

tenía un sueño y me desperté con él
sé lo que usted va a decir
haga a muchachos y las muchachas todavía van
por la orilla, por el mar
hermano, soy fuego
quizás no es ninguna materia que usted murió
la tierra guarda cierto ir de la vibración
déjeme moverse lentamente a través de la calle
noche misteriosa
porqué tan es triste mi encantador?
ella oyó a niños el jugar en el sol

 



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