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sex poem

materia de la luna
ella debe ir detrás, ella dijo
no se aflija que encima
dondeyo encuéntrele
hay un país por completo del vino
lanzaron una piedra, usted lanzaron una piedra
cuando era un muchacho en la universidad
el relámpago destellaba, y levantó
por la orilla, por el mar
estoy muriendo
apenas como mis dedos en estas llaves
dentro de este sepulcro humilde un conqueror miente

 



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