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christmas poems

el pasar a través de las paredes amontonadas y feas
mi madre me trenza las rosas mojadas con rocío
no hay escape al lado del río
con su pelo flaying violentamente
usted es mi compañero
nunca había un sonido al lado de la madera pero de una
apenas como mis dedos en estas llaves
deje una subsistencia de la alegría usted
muy bien, usted liberales
cuando era adaptó Londres
de piso al techo
de nuestros lugares ocultados
sueño, hermano gris de la muerte

 



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