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love poem

se van los tres, esas hermanas raras
no éramos muchos
cuál era él los motores dichos
dentro de mi mano sostengo
la nieve susurra sobre mí
la medianoche pasada
su pelo hermoso
soy el viento que duda
usted oye la lluvia?

 



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