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funeral poem

estoy muriendo
vi la primera pera
en su tienda guardada
hasta su ventana del compartimiento
los drowses pálidos del día en el occidental empapan
déjeme ser triste
ella debe ir detrás, ella dijo
pienso a menudo en la ciudad hermosa
en la esfera
usted oye la lluvia?

 



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