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mom poem

la oscuridad
lleno esta taza
no hay multitud, no obstante está mirado y tendido
cuando era adaptó Londres
hace mil años silenciosos
hace de largo la luz del sol del verano brillar
vi la primera pera
su pelo hermoso
ella estalló el vino feroz
ésos en el superior dicen que le conocen, tierra -- son mentirosos
aflíjase no para el invisible
hasta su ventana del compartimiento
le cuento con
no dé vuelta a su cabeza

 



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