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love poems

como va un hombre desnudo yo
solitario y solitario
sacudaro mi pelo en el viento de la mañana
con rojo de la sangre de los labios y el corazón de la piedra
es verdad que usted dice que los dioses son más uso a usted que hadas
una tormenta está montando en la marea
si muero, piense solamente esto en mí
he ganado la raza
antes del santo de bronce solemne

 



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