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hermano, soy fuego
ella puede ser que lo haya sabido en el resorte anterior
un pequeño melocotón en la huerta creció
amo mi vida, pero no demasiado bien
velas que derriban de lado en latas del tomate
puesto que he sentido el sentido de la muerte
dije
en pasillos del sueño usted vagó cerca
para estos brazos blancos sobre mi cuello
en números mournful

 



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