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grandmother poem

tan perdido
tengo que decir buonas noches
la oscuridad roba las formas de todas las reinas
usted es mi compañero
las cortinas de la noche caían rápidamente
hice una pausa el marco abierto
el misterio más oscuro, más extraño
puesto que he sentido el sentido de la muerte
vi con los ojos abiertos
revuelva
bucks negros gordos en un cuarto del vino-barril
aunque repine del amor, y rozadura de la razón

 



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