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la mujer faltó mucho, cómo usted llama a mí, llamada a mí
vi que usted hunched y temblando en las piedras
en la obscuridad y la paz de mi cama final
está a menudo no tan?
en sus brazos estaba el placer inmóvil
suavemente llorando
al lado de un campo afectado
dice de buenas viejas épocas
rosas y oro
el mirar más allá
quién ama la lluvia
las naves están mintiendo en la bahía
hasta su ventana del compartimiento

 



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