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daughter poem

nosotros que estaban parados
con su pelo flaying violentamente
sombras coas alas que barren cerca
vi que usted hunched y temblando en las piedras
las cortinas de la noche caían rápidamente
tan perdido
una mirada es solamente un rayo
es verdad que usted dice que los dioses son más uso a usted que hadas
la mujer faltĂł mucho, cĂłmo usted llama a mĂ­, llamada a mĂ­
tengo gusto de ella
la noche es oscura, y los vientos del invierno

 



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