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ella debe ir detrás, ella dijo
cuando el viento trabaja contra nosotros en la obscuridad
porqué tan es triste mi encantador?
a alguno los dioses gordos
tenía un sueño y me desperté con él
en todas las cosas no habladas de
soy fevered
vi con los ojos abiertos
ella estalló el vino feroz
todavía trece años
ruidos que se esfuerzan rasgarse
cuál era él los motores dichos

 



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