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halloween poem

las viejas canciones
le hizo oyen hablar siempre
no éramos muchos
con rojo de la sangre de los labios y el corazón de la piedra
de nuestros lugares ocultados
el prado se arrastraba
lleno esta taza
cómo es salvaje, cómo bruja-como extrańo que la vida debe ser
en el amanecer, él dijo
cuando voy de nuevo a la tierra

 



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