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poem for pastors

mi madre me trenza las rosas mojadas con rocío
lleno esta taza
todavía trece ańos
no esté enojado con mí
cuando volví en la puesta del sol
claro de luna profundo y blando
soy fevered
como ella
es verdad que usted dice que los dioses son más uso a usted que hadas
esos ojos negros i elogiado una vez tan

 



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