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cómo como las estrellas es este el blanco, las caras sin nombre
el amanecer era verde
aunque soy poco como todas las pequeñas cosas
los cielos que eran ashen y sobrio
hay uno que ese i amó una vez tanto
velas que derriban de lado en latas del tomate
a alguno los dioses gordos
en la tierra silenciosa

 



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