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autumn poem

una pluma del acero
he venido en el desierto porque mi alma es athirst
flores de bebés
los poetas dicen
debajo de la luna de la cosecha
todavĂ­a recuerdo sin duda alguna
llevo a cabo su corazĂłn
en su vuelo
mire hacia fuera sobre las estrellas, mi amor
el pasar a través de las paredes amontonadas y feas
cuando la noche mandila a lo largo de las calles de la ciudad
lanzaron una piedra, usted lanzaron una piedra

 



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