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veo todos los ingenios humanos
estaba parado
el solo puño apretado levantado y alista
bucks negros gordos en un cuarto del vino-barril
ahora mientras que están viviendo mis labios
el dulce con el fern y se levantó
tengo que decir buonas noches
oscilado en la horquilla del profundo
nunca había un sonido al lado de la madera pero de una
mi madre me enseñó que cada noche
tan perdido

 



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