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grandma poem

en el amanecer, él dijo
y todavía caminaron encendido
naranjas de desplume nubian azul-negras
en y de sí mismo
cuál guarda
el sol caminó abajo de su trono de oro
al lado de un campo afectado
solitario y solitario
este tazón de fuente de plata antiguo el míos
era una diosa ere el mármol me encontró

 



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