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suicide poem

la luz retirada
por lo tanto no puedo
con rojo de la sangre de los labios y el corazón de la piedra
como vela blanca
felicidad
el olor del se levantó tan falso, las espinas tan verdades
como miento cubierto adentro, defendido adentro
la noche es oscura, y los vientos del invierno
el rodillo triste del tambor amortiguado tiene golpe
le hizo oyen hablar siempre
ella sabe un lanzamiento barato
con alegría y maravilla
todos esos tesoros que mienten

 



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