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pumpkin poem

como va un hombre desnudo yo
cuando la noche mandila a lo largo de las calles de la ciudad
un pequeño melocotón en la huerta creció
para venir tan pronto a esto imaginaba obscuridad
espléndido y terrible su amor
éstos sean
el existir del cisne
fuera del mar chispeante
nunca sabía que la tierra tenía tanto oro
glooms de los vivir-robles

 



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