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lost love poem

déme el hambre
escuche el mar del sonido
la mujer faltó mucho, cómo usted llama a mí, llamada a mí
he venido en el desierto porque mi alma es athirst
ella cojea con parar paso doloroso
cuando volví en la puesta del sol
a lo largo de una orilla
serene de la tarde y brillante verdes
ella era una belleza en los días
mi madre me enseñó que cada noche

 



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