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grandma poem

he venido en el desierto porque mi alma es athirst
cuando era un muchacho en la universidad
los cielos que eran ashen y sobrio
podríamos sino saber
el eliminar, luchando vainly
brilla la edad pasada, el siguiente con esperanza se ve
vi que usted hunched y temblando en las piedras
como baja el igualar
ella estalló el vino feroz
mejore que el granito
cuando el viento trabaja contra nosotros en la obscuridad

 



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