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halloween poem

hay cualquiera allí
la oscuridad roba las formas de todas las reinas
puesto que he sentido el sentido de la muerte
muy bien, usted liberales
hace tres años hoy
¡bajo!' tis a la noche de la gala
sol y viento y golpe del mar
entre las montañas vagué
el solo puño apretado levantado y alista
uno por uno, como se va de un árbol
dije
escuche el mar del sonido
le cuento con

 



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