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friend poem

ese año
dentro de este sepulcro humilde un conqueror miente
se van los tres, esas hermanas raras
cómo como las estrellas es este el blanco, las caras sin nombre
una vez este césped suave
estaba parado
en la esfera
placeres mediados de y palacios aunque podemos vagar
la medianoche pasada
ruédeme abajo por el prado
el solo puño apretado levantado y alista
pensamientos a través de mi cabeza
lo vi una vez antes
vi los archangels en mi manzana-a'rbol ayer por la noche

 



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