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sad love poem

él habla no bien
miré sobre el cielo glorioso
vea, ellos vuelven
como miento cubierto adentro, defendido adentro
me preguntan donde he estado
cortocircuito y dulce, y hemos venido al extremo de él
un cielo que nunca ha sabido el sol, la luna o las estrellas
su cara es justa y lisa y fina
a través del pecho de dolor de la amplia tierra
truely
había una época en años anteriores

 



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