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erotic poem

estoy muriendo
habĂ­a un strangeness en sus labios
ella dijo
no me quemo ningĂşn incienso
cuando un hecho se hace para la libertad
al amante apasionado
cuando las horas del dĂ­a se numeran
mi madre me enseñó que cada noche
el pequeño lamentable, usado, caras el reír
era no para ese olor singular
como miento cubierto adentro, defendido adentro
tenemos ninguna vergĂĽenza?

 



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