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porqué son las cosas que no tienen ninguna muerte
el pasar a través de las paredes amontonadas y feas
quién ama la lluvia
dentro de este sepulcro humilde un conqueror miente
velas que derriban de lado en latas del tomate
para estos brazos blancos sobre mi cuello

 



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