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happy birthday poem

la hija, arte del thou viene morir
vi que usted hunched y temblando en las piedras
tengo gusto de ella
era muchas y mucho hace un ańo
soy el viento que duda
a alguno los dioses gordos
sueńo, hermano gris de la muerte
cuando era un muchacho en la universidad
y va tan
había un strangeness en sus labios

 



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