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father poem

todos esos tesoros que mienten
no me quemo ningún incienso
ciudad que no es una ciudad
en la esfera
por completo de rasgones
arriba y abajo de él va
arrojé mi alma al aire como un vuelo del halcón
la mujer faltó mucho, cómo usted llama a mí, llamada a mí
en números mournful

 



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