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ciudad que no es una ciudad
ido antes de nosotros
fui arriba y abajo de las calles
mi hijo es muerto y soy persiana que va
en el amanecer, él dijo
no sea falso
los pequeños rezos blancos
una sombra gris fina en el borde del pensamiento
si él
rosas y oro
dígame
cuando miraba en sus ojos

 



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