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no del mundo ancho del conjunto
los cielos que eran ashen y sobrio
soy fevered
sé lo que usted va a decir
éste es el arsenal
a alguno los dioses gordos
tome mis pulseras
cuando los mar-vientos perforaron nuestras soledades
y todavĂ­a caminaron encendido

 



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