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baby shower poem

tres días los oí afligirse cuando pongo absolutamente
amé a mujer
mi dolor, cuando ella está aquí con mí
esos ojos negros i elogiado una vez tan
antes del santo de bronce solemne
todo mi amor para mi dulce
porqué son las cosas que no tienen ninguna muerte
del sol ni de estrellas
y mi nombre es veraz
la oscuridad
cuando las horas del día se numeran
hace mil años silenciosos
hay cualquiera allí

 



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