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lost love poem

el cuerpo puede confinar
oí el viento todo el dia
nunca había un sonido al lado de la madera pero de una
estoy muriendo
vi que usted hunched y temblando en las piedras
estoy viejo y oculto
gaily a través de los campos bailamos
cuando voy de nuevo a la tierra

 



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