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la noche es oscura, y los vientos del invierno
aunque soy poco como todas las pequeñas cosas
con su pelo flaying violentamente
mi madre me trenza las rosas mojadas con rocío
ella dijo
si muero, piense solamente esto en mí
podríamos sino saber

 



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