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la tierra guarda cierto ir de la vibración
uno con usted
debajo de la luna de la cosecha
todos tragan los años
cuál guarda
tengo gusto de ella
una mirada es solamente un rayo
para estos brazos blancos sobre mi cuello
en alguna parte leí un cuento extraño, viejo, oxidado
el prado se arrastraba
plantemos
tres días los oí afligirse cuando pongo absolutamente
usted es mi compañero
éste es el arsenal

 



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