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suicide poem

mi madre me enseñó que cada noche
estoy en amor con los altos lugares far-seeing
caras hermosas, tragical
hay tres maneras de las cuales los hombres toman
para mirar todo el dia la onda azul encresparse y romperse
dondeyo encuéntrele
rompemos el cristal que vino sagrado
de'bil-se va volando la canción
dulce y fuerte
las sombras de las naves
la fragancia vino

 



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