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sad death poem

como águilas en colmo ascendente
ese compañero extraño vino en mezclar pies
debajo de la hoja oscura del laurel
ella debe ir detrás, ella dijo
no me quemo ningún incienso
mi hijo es muerto y soy persiana que va
el olor del se levantó tan falso, las espinas tan verdades

 



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