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todos se callan a lo largo del potomac
soy fevered
en sus brazos estaba el placer inmóvil
caras hermosas, tragical
como miento cubierto adentro, defendido adentro
sobre ellas todas, mirando abajo
la agonía del tener demasiada energía
pienso a menudo en la ciudad hermosa
hijas del tiempo

 



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