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marriage poem

el dulce con el fern y se levantó
apenas como mis dedos en estas llaves
paredes y enorme altos
todos dentro y todos sin mí
la noche es oscura, y los vientos del invierno
ahora mientras que están viviendo mis labios
en y de sí mismo
quizás no es ninguna materia que usted murió
rosas y oro
quién ama la lluvia
él incluso tendría su broma

 



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