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mother poem

cuando miraba en sus ojos
ella sabe un lanzamiento barato
ámeme en el último, o si usted no
cuando usted viene esta noche
soy una mujer
arrojé mi alma al aire como un vuelo del halcón
una niebla conducía abajo
tenían él e i pero satisfecho
tenía un sueño y me desperté con él
compuesto de loveliness solamente
fuera del profundo y de la obscuridad
el aire es como una mariposa

 



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