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lost love poem

ido antes de nosotros
sé no dónde
para estos brazos blancos sobre mi cuello
tome mis pulseras
el sol está para arriba
las cortinas de la noche caían rápidamente
cuando voy de nuevo a la tierra
la agonía del tener demasiada energía
ella tiene un claro, loveliness viento-abrigado
poco parque que paso a través
sacudaro mi pelo en el viento de la mañana

 



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