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i miss you poem

todos se callan a lo largo del potomac
lanzaron una piedra, usted lanzaron una piedra
mi hijo es muerto y soy persiana que va
paredes y enorme altos
ella debe ir detrás, ella dijo
para estos brazos blancos sobre mi cuello
tristemente hablando
oscuro-eyed
cántele otra vez a canción cantado
sueño, hermano gris de la muerte
tengo gusto de ella
el olor del se levantó tan falso, las espinas tan verdades
arqueó la inundación
su pelo hermoso

 



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