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sorry poem

caído tan
el existir del cisne
tome mis pulseras
la noche era negra y drear
fuera de la ventana un mar de árboles verdes
para entonces fuera
en pueda
dice de buenas viejas épocas
para poder ver cada lado de cada pregunta
solitario y solitario
pero no puedo ahora leerle
renueve la visión del placer
a lo largo de los bancos

 



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