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el olor del se levantó tan falso, las espinas tan verdades
placeres mediados de y palacios aunque podemos vagar
para poder ver cada lado de cada pregunta
hago mi cubierta, pero nadie sabe
sol y viento y golpe del mar
felicidad
evidenciado en la luz tenue en sus ojos
la lluvia encima, y el aire brillante
simplemente hablando
el existir del cisne
rompemos el cristal que vino sagrado
el cuerpo puede confinar

 



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