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short love poem

porqué son las cosas que no tienen ninguna muerte
he visto las estrellas más orgullosas
el aire es como una mariposa
splendor dulce
el eliminar, luchando vainly
cuando las horas del día se numeran
ido antes de nosotros
encima de los prados ricos con maíz
como vela blanca
el olor del se levantó tan falso, las espinas tan verdades

 



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