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poem for dad

porqué son las cosas que no tienen ninguna muerte
hay uno que ese i amó una vez tanto
una sombra gris fina en el borde del pensamiento
en pasillos del sueño usted vagó cerca
con su pelo flaying violentamente
esposa querida
pasado implacable del thou

 



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