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sad death poem

sé lo que usted va a decir
el aire es lleno de amanecer y de resorte
levantado de los muertos
usted piensa, mi muchacho, cuando pongo mis brazos alrededor de usted
tenía un sueño y me desperté con él
cortocircuito y dulce, y hemos venido al extremo de él
he ganado la raza
vi que el dios usted la duda?

 



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