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poem for dad

tengo que decir buonas noches
en números mournful
caído tan
placeres mediados de y palacios aunque podemos vagar
vi que usted hunched y temblando en las piedras
vea que me doy usted
ésta es la canción de la juventud
he venido en el desierto porque mi alma es athirst
arrojé mi alma al aire como un vuelo del halcón
dondeyo encuéntrele
para entonces fuera

 



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