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mundo que cambia bajo mi mano
quizás no es ninguna materia que usted murió
tome mis pulseras
el aire es como una mariposa
bucks negros gordos en un cuarto del vino-barril
evidenciado en la luz tenue en sus ojos
los arcos del puente rojo

 



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