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mi hijo es muerto y soy persiana que va
aunque soy poco como todas las pequeñas cosas
la tierra guarda cierto ir de la vibración
en todas las cosas no habladas de
escrito en una noche del vuelo
mi dolor, cuando ella está aquí con mí

 



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