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baby shower poem

aunque soy poco como todas las pequeñas cosas
es usted vivo?
entre el humo y la niebla de una tarde de diciembre
la medianoche pasada
el pasar a través de las paredes amontonadas y feas
deje el unsaid encantador de las palabras
poca puerta fue alcanzada en el último
de nuestros lugares ocultados
lo van
caído tan
no permanezca no más
las viejas canciones

 



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