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teen love poem

resido en la montaña de la tabla
amo robar un rato lejos
aquí cae ninguna luz
desdeño a mis amigos más que usted
no hay multitud, no obstante está mirado y tendido
apenas ahora
la mujer faltó mucho, cómo usted llama a mí, llamada a mí
estoy muriendo
quizás
amo mi vida, pero no demasiado bien
cómoyo ayude a la derecha al mundo que va mal
travails de la tierra
vi la primera pera
esté en mí como los humores eternos

 



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