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pumpkin poem

no me quemo ningún incienso
esos ojos negros i elogiado una vez tan
el movimiento de su cuerpo es como música
podríamos sino saber
el banquete real fue hecho
como él de quién alcohol en el resplandor del mediodía
flores de bebés
pasado implacable del thou
las naves están mintiendo en la bahía
la noche era negra y drear
los pequeños rezos blancos

 



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