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ella era una belleza en los días
al revés, dé vuelta al revés
travails de la tierra
ella debe ir detrás, ella dijo
soy cansado de ser amargo y cansado de ser sabio
glooms de los vivir-robles
cuando, lleno de amor caliente e impaciente
para estos brazos blancos sobre mi cuello
puesto que he sentido el sentido de la muerte
simplicidad
mientras que estaba parado escuchar, discreto mudo
de piso al techo

 



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