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dark poetry

apenas como mis dedos en estas llaves
el aire es como una mariposa
ciudad que no es una ciudad
el movimiento de su cuerpo es como música
a lo largo de una orilla
tome mis pulseras
miré sobre el cielo glorioso
con su pelo flaying violentamente


 



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