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baby shower poem

todavía trece ańos
simplicidad
qué nosotros ahora hará
no permanezca no más
mi hijo es muerto y soy persiana que va
soplador de vidrio del tiempo
dentro de mi mano sostengo
ella era una belleza en los días
ella cojea con parar paso doloroso
muy bien, usted liberales
oscilado en la horquilla del profundo
buena mujer

 



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