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death poem

he ganado la raza
como águilas en colmo ascendente
hermoso
dentro de este sepulcro humilde un conqueror miente
ese compañero extraño vino en mezclar pies
los pequeños rezos blancos
la mujer faltó mucho, cómo usted llama a mí, llamada a mí
soporte aquí por mi lado
dígame no
ese año
amo mi vida, pero no demasiado bien
si el asesino rojo piensa él mata
vea el tentativo

 



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