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con los ojos mansos, marrones
oscilado en la horquilla del profundo
ella cojea con parar paso doloroso
el olor del se levantó tan falso, las espinas tan verdades
los días endeared a cada MUSE
no sea falso
todos se callan a lo largo del potomac
cómoyo ayude a la derecha al mundo que va mal
debajo de un árbol de la castaña que se separa
en la medianoche
la oscuridad
pienso a menudo en la ciudad hermosa

 



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