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pumpkin poem

no puedo sentir siempre su greatness
materia de la luna
era una diosa ere el mármol me encontró
como vela blanca
de la canción y del sueño para ido siempre
el aire es lleno de amanecer y de resorte
reservado, con reverance, en temor
hijas del tiempo
oscuro-eyed
levantado de los muertos
mi hijo es muerto y soy persiana que va
un pequeño melocotón en la huerta creció

 



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