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suicide poem

el olor del se levantó tan falso, las espinas tan verdades
cómo como las estrellas es este el blanco, las caras sin nombre
cuando los mar-vientos perforaron nuestras soledades
tenemos ninguna vergüenza?
al revés, dé vuelta al revés
déjeme moverse lentamente a través de la calle
nunca sabía que la tierra tenía tanto oro
vea que me doy usted

 



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