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angel poem

ámeme en el último, o si usted no
debajo de la hoja oscura del laurel
he venido en el desierto porque mi alma es athirst
el aire es lleno de amanecer y de resorte
voy mi manera complacently
ésos en el superior dicen que le conocen, tierra -- son mentirosos
con rojo de la sangre de los labios y el corazón de la piedra
llevo a cabo su corazón
como miento cubierto adentro, defendido adentro
las naves están mintiendo en la bahía
en el frunce de la oscuridad y piden
con la puesta del sol
estoy parado en el tiempo gris frío

 



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