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sex poem

el sol está para arriba
arrojé mi alma al aire como un vuelo del halcón
su pelo hermoso
con los ojos mansos, marrones
mientras que estaba parado escuchar, discreto mudo
había un strangeness en sus labios
como miento cubierto adentro, defendido adentro
me pregunto donde usted vive
todos dentro y todos sin mí
soy una mujer

 



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