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halloween poem

por las mañanas nube-grises
mi hijo es muerto y soy persiana que va
al amante apasionado
vivido por la orilla
era no para ese olor singular
el rodillo triste del tambor amortiguado tiene golpe
ella tiene un claro, loveliness viento-abrigado
ella estalló el vino feroz

 



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