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love poem

la mujer faltó mucho, cómo usted llama a mí, llamada a mí
el olor del se levantó tan falso, las espinas tan verdades
el dulce con el fern y se levantó
amo las viejas endechas melodious
no me quemo ningún incienso
déme el hambre
del sol ni de estrellas
a qué una mujer la comparará querida
sacudaro mi pelo en el viento de la mañana
en su vuelo
nunca en toda mi vida
tan perdido
los cielos que eran ashen y sobrio
vi que el dios usted la duda?

 



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