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christmas poem

apenas como mis dedos en estas llaves
gloom
los días hypocritic
podríamos sino saber
para estos brazos blancos sobre mi cuello
esposa querida
naranjas de desplume nubian azul-negras
venido abajo en el amanecer de las colinas windless
aunque soy poco como todas las pequeñas cosas
la mujer faltó mucho, cómo usted llama a mí, llamada a mí
viejo vino a beber
vea el tentativo
la música i oído con usted era más que música

 



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