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la medianoche pasada
nosotros que estaban parados
cómo como las estrellas es este el blanco, las caras sin nombre
ella sabe un lanzamiento barato
un pequeño melocotón en la huerta creció
él vino tomarme por la mano
la oscuridad
levantado de los muertos
en la esfera
tristes son que saben no amor
algún se quejó al amo

 



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