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mother poem

le cuento con
ella puede ser que lo haya sabido en el resorte anterior
era no para ese olor singular
solitario y solitario
ponemos
me preguntan donde he estado
la fragancia vino
en el puerto de York nueva
ésta es la canción de la juventud
hace tres años hoy
los hice una oferta todo el adiós
resido en la montaña de la tabla
soplador de vidrio del tiempo
he visto las estrellas más orgullosas

 



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