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el olor del se levantó tan falso, las espinas tan verdades
porqué son las cosas que no tienen ninguna muerte
pero no puedo ahora leerle
hermano, soy fuego
antes del santo de bronce solemne
flores de bebés
se van los tres, esas hermanas raras
de nuestros lugares ocultados
sueño, hermano gris de la muerte
las verdades tremendas éstos sean
suavemente ahora la luz del día
renueve la visión del placer

 



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