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love poem

tan perdido
con su pelo flaying violentamente
todos tragan los años
en pueda
debajo de la hoja oscura del laurel
dentro de mi mano sostengo
contra la llama verde del espino-a'rbol
podríamos sino saber
sobre ellas todas, mirando abajo
ruédeme abajo por el prado

 



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