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mother poem

los cielos que eran ashen y sobrio
pueden hablar de amor en una cabaña
el mirar más allá
para entonces fuera
la hija, arte del thou viene morir
era no para ese olor singular
por lo tanto no puedo
tres dĂ­as los oĂ­ afligirse cuando pongo absolutamente
soy una mujer

 



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