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teen love poem

aunque soy poco como todas las pequeñas cosas
hay una ciudad, builded por ninguna mano
suavemente llorando
a alguno los dioses gordos
el niño que lanzó lejos la hoja después de la hoja
en sus brazos estaba el placer inmóvil
mire hacia fuera sobre las estrellas, mi amor
resido en la montaña de la tabla

 



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