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death poem

hace usted oír
mi dolor, cuando ella está aquí con mí
he ganado la raza
cómo es salvaje, cómo bruja-como extraño que la vida debe ser
los pequeños rezos blancos
cuál guarda
pienso a menudo en la ciudad hermosa
he venido en el desierto porque mi alma es athirst
está a menudo no tan?
reservado, con reverance, en temor
déme el hambre

 



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