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cortocircuito y dulce, y hemos venido al extremo de él
cómo como las estrellas es este el blanco, las caras sin nombre
ruédeme abajo por el prado
ella era una belleza en los días
ese año
amé a mujer
pasado implacable del thou
hago mi cubierta, pero nadie sabe
he sabido el silencio de las estrellas y del mar
truely
las sombras de las naves
hice una pausa el marco abierto

 



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