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baby poem

todos tragan los ańos
tengo gusto de ella
suavemente llorando
bucks negros gordos en un cuarto del vino-barril
para mirar todo el dia la onda azul encresparse y romperse
el cuerpo puede confinar
suave como la cama en la tierra
y como caminamos la hierba fue revuelta débilmente
he tenido un miedo en mi vida
puesto que, si usted hizo una pausa mi lado hoy
éste es el arsenal

 



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