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autumn poem

para arropar el pensamiento ardiente
ese compañero extraño vino en mezclar pies
ayer por la noche la Luna Llena puso un paño del blanco
vea que me doy usted
no hay presa yo de pensamientos pobres
tan perdido
ciudad que no es una ciudad
para entonces fuera
ido antes de nosotros
uno con usted
el olor del se levantó tan falso, las espinas tan verdades
la hija, arte del thou viene morir
ruidos que se esfuerzan rasgarse
y cómo podría usted sueño de la reunión

 



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