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mother daughter poem

un pequeño melocotón en la huerta creció
a alguno los dioses gordos
compuesto de loveliness solamente
su pelo hermoso
amo mi hora del viento y de la luz
los días hypocritic
hay uno que ese i amó una vez tanto
bucks negros gordos en un cuarto del vino-barril
tan perdido
mi madre me enseñó que cada noche
con los ojos mansos, marrones
me preguntan donde he estado
lanzaron una piedra, usted lanzaron una piedra

 



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