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love poem

no éramos muchos
usted piensa, mi muchacho, cuando pongo mis brazos alrededor de usted
resido en la montaña de la tabla
ruidos que se esfuerzan rasgarse
la oscuridad
una vez este césped suave
hago mi cubierta, pero nadie sabe
vi que el dios usted la duda?

 



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